The false sense of security places all the emphasis on false because the sense of security is a really good feeling. OK, if you can't smell the fire around you, that's not security but more like insanity. Decks are all clear here.

Redoing a past effup mentally is a time traveler's fantasy. Taking the only aspect of time you can actually take which is right this second, that concludes our treatise on time, done in real time.

Today's phone work moves to the done jar even though I stuttered at the time confirmation. Chalk it up as a plume de mon taint moment. Woodward says "show the documents" but there are none. The cocktail of eat, sleep and conflate the discernible (just don't conflagrate them) seems effective for a recipe geared heavily towards m-m-m-m-good.

Rogers started with Free Bird now I can binge watch Mules and Kawasaki Make Your Swoller Swell and forgo the vanilla games ahead.