Heading to work this morning, I felt the call of inspiration. A story was in the making. It came as I was half-listening to the news, while doing what is my own version of driving -let it be known that I admit being a terrible driver. But that is besides the point, with the point being that I, following the muse's call, having arrived to the office, the sun still out of sight, sat at the assigned desk, and began tap-tapping on the keyboard, so that a few hours later, this offensive essay was born. Her name is N1Z1. She is my baby, freshly baked, and it has been while, since the oven released anything new -how ecstatic, don't you think? Anyway, I invite you to read it, unless you happen to be of the type that takes things too seriously, then I'd rather, you pretend I haven't said anything. So, here we are, and that is that. So be well, and do the thing that makes you really you... 'cause otherwise, it's called pretending -but that is just my opinion, right?
P.S: so, here it is: N1Z1
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