This is NOT standup!

As if you're actually listening to this writing live-stream broadcast. Yet fortunately "if" does not necessarily imply "improbable."

I admit I'm prosing via iPhone for the first time in however many months. But it's okay. Shit happens. Get over it.

I'm about to finish a late-night snack. Be back in about five. Not that it practically matters.

Made it back in three. But have I MADE IT, yet? I don't know. What say thee? Fuck medieval snd rhyme -speak. And fuck the grammatical law mandating a hyphen pertaining to two or more signifiers requires a space. Then again I don't know. Maybe that verbalegality has sufficient reason, despite seeming insane.

Yet who gives a FUCK about sufficient reason when the season is summer and it's all about fun and abundance and the utter antithesis of overthinking or overanalyzing any kind or type of reasoning or writing.

Alright(ing), I'm done. Time for a sip to re-equip this throat with the means to...