Once upon a time, now upon a Tim, capitalization and backspacing prove useful. Sentences which scurry forth like mice, perplexing and astounding the unwilling take a grave toll, and exacerbate conditions most unexplainable. I wish it hadn't been. I wish it will not be. It will. I abandon dreams of correcting such issues, and place my hope in other pursuits. Chancellors most determined and fancy take solace in Cheesecake parties. I ask for no other truth. I make no other reality in my time. Why will they tarry? Why must I stand here and not three or four inches to the left or in the air? Please or displease, please. Pleas displease with ease. Cheese. This shouldn't be, and God willing it will be retracted. Take everything, denounce it, and place a hold on your forgiveness. Then, let us forget and move on. Salutations and farewell. I apologize. Though it almost makes sense in roughly ninety percent of the places to be found within it, I ask for deliberation before judgment, and perhaps in lieu of.