There’s a moment and minute and interlocking of instantaneous foresight and it’s been meshed-and-mixed mysteriously amidst.. this! Foreplay of Brain and equally OVERqualified disdain: Shame … IN him … for leading us forever Astray and stringently toward that ulterior sense in mentally creative DESIGN- yet his tears have been needlessly CRYING, to find me 🤜 🧠 🤛