Orphantastic

Well there it was, sitting there without thinking. It never tried to, and I never wanted it to. But sometimes you just have to wait for it to be available, without a proper mailing code there is very little that I would have been able to figure out. If I had to I would thank the man with the hat for carroting his fedora and moving beyond the point of madness he received from mercury poisoning. And thus to I put distance between myself and the nagging discomfort I gain on, reaching forward as I realise that age really does matter, doesn't it? Boil an egg, revolve your thoughts around a bank of chairiot riders, think in terms of who was going to be there and who was going to try to rewrite the rules of coupling, not me. And here we stand before you all, waiting as we try to move forward and put everything we have tried to protect at risk, but still the sirens continue as they always have before, and aloud I speak the names of two out of three of the children I've been dreaming I had since I was seven years old, swimming through the air and watching the grass stream beneath me through my eyelids. Muhammad is the blanket name I chose to assign to the two boys I remember that were different, one of them beat up my brother and now look how he turned out. I have now finally decided that it is right for me to get frustrated when he makes such bad decisions, because if I am not thinking that it is a bad reflection on the genes then I am thinking that it is a bad reflection on my influence on him as we were growing up. Too bad the planes are so loud in the distance, I was hoping to congratulate myself for detecting them over the din. There is a strict question of a logical fallacy: Do you plea for mercy because you are an orphan after you are caught murdering your parents?