no longer enormous manged diatribes at bits of rearranged magnets but an altogether calmer and more serene outlook. With capitalisation. And punctuation, maybe. I can add some verbs and conjunctives in all the right places and then we’ll have a party.
But don’t get excited. I have no idea what to do in this case. I expect I shall fall over the lip of banality and consume myself, but I won’t be very tasty. Still – not for me to say. There’s about 7 of me. Take your pick. One of me tastes like chicken. In fact, all of me does, but some are more headless than others.