It just occurred to me that none of You People have any idea what the fuck I'm talking about when I use the word “nanotech.” That's too bad.
Maybe I should have written it down in an explanation before? Oh, but, wait, I'd be dead then now. Maybe. Possibly. I don't know; but it (gettin’ fucking’ KILT) has happened to enough people (sup Gene) that I'm reluctant to even begin to not be cautious as a matter of respect for The Dead, and those who else otherwise can't tell their own story, like perhaps, like some thuggy little piggies who signed NDAs and NCAs all those years ago and did not realize what they were giving away the future opportunity of when they did.
Let's see, that being said: today, I think I will go out and buy some fingerpaints, because I think that if I start to use my actual feces, that will look bad. Not that I couldn't make it look beautiful when I were done shooting in Peyton, but I think that that would just be seen as.. too derivative.
Auto-correction garage increasingly tedious.
