This is being written in a perfunctory manner, because I should be asleep right now. You can say that I’m doing this for all intents and purposes of burning the rest of my midnight oil.
Conspiracy theorists have a quixotic attitude when they push their beliefs onto others. I’m not some yo-yo who believes that the government is ubiquitous. I abrogate thoughts like that.
Belize is a city where a brown recluse spider can be diagnosed with melissophobia. Doctors say that this anomaly is quid pro quo for humans who suffer from arachnophobia.
The wick has burned out. I’m staring at this glowing square, concluding this strange rant and calling it a night even though the sun is starting to rise.