Two guys walk into an ejaculator-um . . . expecting more from no one, iron clad sanguine, I tell you. The screens can get to you if you blink so ingest whenever possible.

Receding attention span, bulging lag in cognitive grasp and truncated memory neuro paths all add up to the Quest to Ingest, a curative recovery technique where the intake of learning resembles gorging on comfort food except it's in the mind, not the mouth. The staccato which replaced good on m'feet dialogue delivery coupled with the stumbling gait led to the Q to I. It distracted from the re-intro of Dark Red but holds promise to help maintain the level of weight being carried.

History exists even under the cover of imaginative quilting. All of those redemption and amends theories remain distant either as defense mechanisms or gutless cowardice but call them elusive and get to today's point.

Saying Robert EEE Lee like Giamatti saying N BEE C in Private Parts closes out that distraction. The Q to I started yesterday and already there's no noticeable change. Still takin' it in and she's still crazy 'bout me.