to what you want

oh mind destroyeth, the Yaurjin colnel fades as fuzzed insulation, just a squeeze that aches above the ears. things have gone awry. now, in response to the legions of lesser writers feigning errudition, i say sit your body down in the chair right now: the lesson is on. feet pettle nikes amid managerial compliments: you're doing a great job at making maps. but the map is not the terretory. to richly craft a map of Greenland is not to triumph on its peaks. I have no idea if it even has "peaks" but it does if you take the term mathematically. where dz/dx = 0 and dz/dy = 0. so take it that way. it behooves you to assume the best here when you wish to assume the worst. i know that's easier. ultimately, you'll do what you want. i care, but i don't care in *that* way. if i did, you couldn't trust my suggestions. take this claim to your heart and contemplate it for the rest of your years. as only the very very best will get to pittsburgh.