🚀 go-pugleaf

>From: "(Robert Holder)" <robert@GOV.USGS.ER.WHIPLASH>

>one day.  His blakkrat-like eyes bulge at the screen, waiting,
>preachery, answers no charges, and imagines he is mysterious.
>over with steel, cyclonite and electricity.  NO VISION comes
>Psychotics! right thru the roof just like he said ssshhhaaaooow
>trains and trucks, tearing, ripping clawing each other in a crazed froth
>space" dissolves in a flood of incoherent jabbering nauseating
>get screwed half as much and you get to keep half your soul!
>The light breaks over the foaming white sea, alive with bubbles that
>lizard brains throb with the realization that it is just a matter
>They assume every form of dangerous, degenerate pastime, sexual,
>you mail the check? oh god let me in please he's gonna kill me this

Hello, Robert, I'm sorry to infer your problems with slumber, and,
seeing as you don't like hot cocoa, I'm unsure of quite what we could
do about it.  Delusions of existence of the particular insistency of
those you manifest here are fairly uncommon, though might perhaps be
tackled by investigation of your (I presume) compulsive assumption of
past childhood from a Freudian perspective, having presupposed a fairly
low placement of both limen and light-bulb and the efficacy of the
lie-detector machine.  Do your colleagues beat you up during your
coffee-breaks, or is it all mere prudent speculation on your part, mental
realignment for the day when they might?  Mind the wires on your way out,
Robert, and don't let the libthugs wreak malicious harm to your person
or chattels.