This is not finished.

Tonight’s movie review on another channel
Kansas City Confidential
It’s about Kansas City, Confidentially.

Have you noticed anything about me lately, or earlier, even though I am more often late? Am I becoming dyslexic?
If you have to look it up, I’m not, or at least you haven’t noticed, or don’t care, or couldn’t care less, in which case tell me what you Could care less about and I’ll find it and crush it, and see how much you care in that case. Then ask me if I care?

Without an further adieu, I must bid you adieu, and be off to the market to replenish my provisions before the provisioner deplenishes their persnickety provisional particulars…or as in some instances raises the prices before I get there.

However a problem comes to mind. I was unable to adequately discover an acceptable definition of “Dyslexic” which leaves me unfulfilled and longing for closure, yet in need of substance, which leaves me unfulfilled in another way.

I shall return with a fulfilled buggy so to speak and begin again on another provocative search for knowledge, the never-ending meaning of life, and Dyslexic, that so far eludes me, but I feel if captured presently instead of later, may lead to forgotten necessities listed only in my mind.

In other words I’m going shopping now!

Penwose Out,
By George
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