And I know this one is out of the blue, but I don't know how concerned you are, or why I mention this, but my cell phone has been acting kind of strange lately. So basic things are becoming very difficult. I guess I get that from time to time? I guess I have been getting unusually vivid phone calls from foreign area codes, visual face time calls with looping videos of flying leucistic doves bursting from cinder block walls like translucent smoke, bizarre distortions of spacial and temporal perception when I try to update it, and I mean, I guess it keeps playing the same audio books over and over, as if they were real, that's how loud they are. This thing isn't broke, this thing is inside out! Wonder walls obscure my inner maelstrom from discerning the unknowable truth. I can't even hardly use the thing. I guess I have spyware again, is what I'm trying to say, and I can feel it in my bones that nothing good will come of this. Why won't anything work?
My resistances to the inescapable gravity of the waking dream have been eroded. I am traumatically distraught, terribly damaged, overwhelmed completely, and gravely ashamed. Good grief! The fact that I, with all this awful bleeding beefsteak on my plate, made such a blunder in considerable error, and that I may have potentially offended you or hurt your feelings in the process of my own personal disintegration has me just terribly, horribly upset, and so, just as soon as I was able to make sense of the environment enough to collect myself and operate any device in a rational manner, I sat myself to this task of repentance. I am sorry it has taken so long, but I have been trying day and night to fight my own demons and put this thing together.
I admit that I have been in some strange blossoming florid phantasmagoria for weeks and weeks now, and that as soon as I was able, I swiftly set myself to writing this woefully inadequate little apologetic, in hopes that you will realize that although I don't think we were really doing very good lately, it has really been far too long without you around. I really want to say that in spite of all the madness that I really miss you and hope all your dreams come true.
Although I have somehow survived worse situations, if barely, I am going to talk to the plug tomorrow to get my thermostat adjusted on the run down, and although it's cold here, I am hoping it should warm up soon. I'm going to stick to the wellness programs that are available, take extra good care of myself, and never give up until the day I die. Maybe not even then.
In my own defense, I would like to say that I don't think that there have been any relevant damage control issues that I could imagine, my timeless cosmic friend, and to let the truth be told; I've never known any of the various bug spray lobotomy sauce neurowar architects to really wax it too drastic from a little bit of turbulence. Everyone’s an old pro these days.
For what it's worth, I'm already in the process of being politically assassinated, so realistically I hope that you will see that a retaliatory counterstrike is not necessary at this point. Thank you for you consideration. I'm already so fuzzled that if I try to walk down the street just doing my thing that there are about seventeen police cars with sirens on circling my one mile area to terrorize me into biological compromise. I try to keep a positive attitude about everything, but with everything else compiling, it really can be a bit much.
However, as a matter of decorum, I won't worry you with any further complaints. Thanks again.