Achor that bird to the ground, Turn that Kaleidoscope anti-clockwise, Fire up the oven we have guess. Non of witch however live and breathe such as you and i but exist somewhere between the analog and digital states in wicth we document are living and breathing.
So blow the horn and throw the coal on the fire. This old Dryed up ship is once again setting sail.
Lets all pray we make are destination this time around.

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