frogulact juxt

for the purposes of posterity, and on, and off, the xor, or so, to speak is to.

the abbreviation is only the stop to sidle up with the mental. ugg.

post-withits ooze yet ponder not and wither foward, searching a pool of spacial space spread, or is not entagled or at a nabulas portion of overlap, wherein, the without is also unfocused lens, slightly blurred, ok butter, or the ooze.

what then, or was, than great, gestalt of spinny ions, the bits that move in conjunction, to the point of hearing what to listen and to move the rest, with an outside motion, to reach with the purpose.

so how can we define purpose, without directly looking towards it, or finding the end point which allowed us to arrive spacially.  its still here. found in the memories of that, which can replay and sadden or jubilate, but that is not. and by not, the we, try not, to use not, etc.

and so our bodies, flux, flex, on the expected, or exptectorant, which is the clearing, as in that bit of the forest where the trees chose not to grow, perhaps to let one sit, in the middle village, as in that steep part or the hardest of rocks, for one to sit.

van der waal may be extremely lucky or dissappointed, to find the water flop aside, or perhaps a lunar pull coupled with a partularly noisy asteroid, radio wise, and other energies, to pull the earth some more, and in many more directions.

at this point, and there should be none, is the, our, abilities to stand, eract, that's no joke, and to walk on the planet in conjunction, that's right.  as star material + water, yes, van der waal spotted that, like an owl, etc.

but the general idea, is not to generalize, or perhaps it is this -- the once found and thusly aptly named indeed yadda yadda, and as is explained by the world in song and leisure too,

makes. sensory inputs connect to the right unseen bits, of importance for the benefit of man, and yes all the rest

so the supremity of, slight pause as the earth cools to the point of inhabitation, and the muck in the oceans sludge over, even as the earth as water gives into a thrush of overuse.

and the giant animals, no more, but those still beating, have gone into the center, or have they - well they said they have.  the energies which have driven them, and chemicals that have popped the veil towards where they want to be, are just cool and conjunct, or are they.

this brevity, if that's allowed, is just a bit more of nothingness.  but an uncomfortable nothingness, so what are we to do.

seed the planet, perhaps as the garbage is burned for heat, and the mittens donned, and as a final push, the earth is opened up for warmth for the last vestiages of humanity, who travel to one place, to exist, and walk down, 20,000 leagues no less.

for what does one know, very little, hoping that the libraries which have been kept cool on purpose, through the whirring cooling effects, which heated us, and retained the some odd bits of our past, now still are our past.  even that.

so without that thing, which is malevelence, and without manufacturing, we simply turn open the doors, to a cooling planet, and let the data bits overheat, or do we.  perhaps we still grind them up for the cobblestones, as we should be walking on.

the calm, and cool, only exist without the massed in heat as reference, just as the sum of evil is naught, since that would be telling.

the crash, of chemicals, as found, to chew through the mouths and minds, and stomachs, are now in the oceans, halting all chance of the new beginning of the type we have come to know.

the machinery revived by memory, but alas.

the truth is at question.  the epicice, for whatever that means, perhaps precipice, measured and whispered, ideally to utter, mutter in a remote or very close or the same portion of universe to alter, or perhaps we've done too much.  well, never, in any event.

but further to that, would be silly.  and so we take, or put, a pause. here thus.

ding.

well the voice of aqua q is now brought within you from the isle of man in and around a salty portion of san francisco, and that should be known, if just for the bits that ruined the world, or saved them, to a hard drive. peace.