Increasing reports of increasingly larger numbers of natives showing tell–tale signs of increasing levels of nervousness, trepidation, and/or anxiety. It may be time for an emergency 5 Minutes. (The sounds of drums have NOT resumed, and as You know: We do NOT have a quorum, Proper... or otherwise.)
Nevertheless: My memory & commitment to discipline remain secure. We ride.
Tower.
5:5.
And, can somebody get me reports from (CENSORED)Gab, or (CLASSIFIED)Gab, or even (PROT)Gab? You can just mail them, the usual way. (Thanks in advance.) Looks like something exciting is going down... of course I'm not invited! Why, this one time, this one chick I was dating (Bah, dating? It was strictly Platonic parasitic), she asked me if, I had ever heard of Discord—like, on the radio, have I ever even heard of it? I don't know, let me check my diary—and when I told her, “yeah but I don't use it,” and when asked why, I answered: “it's dangerous,” she just turned and walked away, like I didn't even count. Like I was nuttin’. Like I didn't even count, or even could count. Now, how many months ago was that? Let me take off one of my boots and a sock so I can count that high. I'm going to count so f****** high, now that I can see my toes.)
Encryption is so unnecessary these days. /XXex. You know what else is dangerous? Dischord.
