A new cadence is heard in the hills. Not sighting in guns for deer season type cadence. Thuds indicate well made ranges. Heavy thuds. Sometimes cadences end with triple tap dancing. 

Late at night, around 12, ole time hickory smoke is smelt from the Alamo too, as it wafts in and over the San Corridor from the East. 

Oh I know, sitting inside a vacuum sealed monitor room with that terrible glow, one is not still enough to smell that ole time Hickory smoke, much less from the Alamo.  :)

Yes, well, we will see how long before copy is disabled here too, so you will just have to listen to me ramble about nothing and everything; simultaneously, for a while then. Though copying my own words was never the intent. Yes, the janitors, at chat GPT, disabling copy, while the copy they provide is plain text. They disabled mouse right click copy. For 'my own' content created with 'being that outputs' assistance. One Man shows are boring. They bore me anyway. It's back; literally, talking to the wall. But this time its just white, and, its better than a notepad. Journal.. Whatever the hell one will call it. 

Oh yes, back to resonance, as true cadence. Resonation realigned to the original frequency of atoms. The atoms specifically of water, food, soil, and air. Frequency is spin rate. A tom. Drum. Vibration. Energy. Frequency. 

Anything original doesn't make big business profits. People got tired of looking at the same vegetables, so GMO was created, just so People wouldn't have to look at the same vegetables. These vegetables never biodegrade. That sneaky bio part GMO took care of. Out with the bio and in with the synthetic. Yes, I'm the one with the vanity plate that reads BIOS. I'll have to get one made for the ride. Which is a mopad. 

First there was the intermission, then the play, while the credits having come before the first. 

Sure it was, and it was cool, but, I don't expect the Holly Wood to elude to that formatting. Ruins entrainment.