I'm a little low on time again, so the rhyme will end, before I've time to spend, too much time on sense, or on menace or amends, on what I relish or condemn, on embellishment or Zen! On acapellas I ascend though - or descend into a great woe, of what I could've written had I not spent time out with friends (though time worth spending I will spend)...

But I'm in a hotel room now, woo! That's cool. Tomorrow hotel breakfast! And a course. On the room.

Not course as in room service - of course that'd also serve a purpose - course as in a full-day one of self-education and learning on the topic of microwave radiation shielding and observing. I won a spot in a contest. Maybe that could be a sermon...

I mean a theme. I mean something to write about when I deem the time for writing another 'bout of these is nigh and I'm hopefully high on life and again low-key motive steam. That'll be something to dream about. New morning; brand new me.

New Zen-sibilities. Nuisance instilled in me. New entry level fee. New sentry level spree. New me I then will be. Minute - like a miniature matinee. Then we'll see!

Till then we'll sleep. Till it's early morning again. Till I warm up the pen.

See y'all then.

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