Netsah

I am a paraplegic Peter Pan puttering along, sputtering my preamble to the post hypnotic suggestion that the way I say the words will matter in some way. Sense is made by the sensors feeding the flow to the mental flux capacitor flywheel fulmination in a feed back loop to the fruit clan Toucan Sam had a nose that always knows.

I've diarrhea of the mouth like the north met the south in order to expose the eccentricities of my many manifesting ego idiom in superlative subjugation.