When I invented the last bit of writing I established a waiting line. I
sent about three into ten, existing within a structure full of doubt and
capers. The recoil was only half tremendous, or maybe three quarters,
mordantly scuzzy, whipped by the arrival to the party. it was exhausting
but not exhaustive to relate how the terms were sent to the other end of
the room, to make clear that the room had ends. the writing, this
writing that I invented, then became more ongoing than ever before, for
there was room in which to bring it forward. Forward, I discovered,
altho weary of way, was the way to go. The writing went with slink,
wriggle, push, hop and other forms of locomotion. It denied certain
trumps yet accepted certain others. So this last bit of writing had
plenty. And the reps who teamed, they got on the street. It all came
about in a bunch of time, as much as I could make. Then degrees were set.
