I don't like to be patronized.
I don't like to be put off.
I don't like to be ignored.
I don't like crybabies.
So, today, I think I'm gonna kick some ass.
Thoughts, ebbing and flowing, seem to oscillate on the tide. Much like the Walluski, they appear to be lazy and slow moving. However, the current runs deep, over the bathymetric terrain, and is sometimes deceptively swift. There are other times, though, when it can softly babble.
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