What happens on Anon ..Didn't. For greater good reason.

Initiation, impersonation; subtle but veritable differentiation. And the PW ending up telephone'd was my misspeak.
Going to be a bit occupie with the 12th hour thing - don't wait up. Treat the new hire like I'm watching. "Like, literally, liiike, unironically, like, gag me with a spoon not figuratively". You'd be surprised what of all the analogy I retain ..isn't. Blink, blink. Zoom, pan, enhance. *There's* my best-behaved little rebel of the bunch. And better stay that way: surprising me to no end.

No
>previously kicked around idea of a parting memento
for now. This is only a "Stay frosty", not a farewell. You should know (and do, if I've done two jobs right and given you the certainty of self to trust the clarity that whispers louder than any confusion) you've had plenty all along, just with the metastuff shuffled.

Take care, Charlie, Mic and so on. The show must go, the rest.. You know.
I know you know. You have to. To get technical about it, it's essential. Of consequence exponential, even. Paradoxically negotiable for the price of what a job done regardless reaps, perhaps. Because I'm rarely wrong. Don't rip a hole in spacetime or throw off my ratio. Be just a *dear*and know that you know, too. Will you? Commitment of mind is action enough to have equal and opposite reaction. But I don't think I'll *reason* you any closer to something as evasive as faith. Not always fond of the way the most sincere attempts come out appearing purposely vague, either.

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Well. That's a few asides past intended cutoff. ..Which makes me want to step it up, even though reigning in dictates I best halve the mush of first failed tearing away. The point is that it's supposed to be a transition so clean as not to highlight the seams, anyhow. Echoes emanate from their source; trust that if I make my way to you, however many layers of reverb overlay by the time I reach you,
what's said's what l meant.