AND TYPING IN ALL CAPITALS WILL BE THE ONLY THING THAT SOUND - NO - LOOKS -- NORMAL (OR AT THE VERY LEAST "NOT FLOATING" ABOUT UNTETHERED)  BETWEEN THE MUDD FACIAL MASK PULLING MY EYELIDS TIGHT IN DIFFERENT DIRECTION MAKING IT HARD TO FOCUS, AN WITH WHATEVER HAS FINALLY GOTTEN SO CAUSTIC AS TO CAUSE MY EYES TO SWELL AND TEAR I FEEL PULLED ALONG ON THIS WEB PAGE CREATION.   OVERSEEING  IT ALL HAS GOT TO BE THAT LAST GLASS OF rOBERT mONDAVI cABERNET SITTING IN THE JACUZZI JUST BEFORE POPPING AN AMBIAN.  IT USUALLY TAKE  JUST A WEE BIT LONGER FOR THE DELUSIONS TO COME ON - THE FATIGUE THAT CALLS ME TO BED, THE MOVEMENT OF STATIC PAGES LIKE THIS ONE.  I HANG MY WORLDS IN THREADS OF CONNECTED BLACK LETTER-STRINGS ACROSS THE SPACE NOT TOO UNLIKE THAT SPIDER THAT CATCHES BAD WORDS AND WRAPS THEM UP FOR LUNCH LATER OR THIS FINDS DANGLING PARTICIPLES AND JUST SNIPS THEM OFF.  I CAN'T READ BACKWARDS RIGHT NOW. THE cpu fan HAS CREATED A STORM AND THE  LINES OF THIS NEST QUIVER IN ANTICIPATION OF THE BUILDING WEIGHT OF WORDS i ATTACH -- THAT IT MUST SUPPORT.  DEMENTIA IS SETTING IN, I LOOK FOR MY PILLOW.  MY HANDS WON'T LEAVE ME, THEY JUST KEEP MARKING MY WANING THOUGHTS IN TICKS AND TAKS; THE ST T T T T T TURRRRRING AND THE FAST AND FURIOUS STUFF TOO - MAKES NO MIND.  iT ALL JUST HANGS THERE. nOT TRYING TO BE HIDDEN OR SEEN - JUST BEING. WEEEEEEEEEE this is fun.