I hope my missing 1000 words which were swallowed by the welfare children of technocrats will become infused into the greater world of the sub-net which rules the awakening and sleeping cadences of our lives.  I hope the electronic particles will become electro-fairy dust which will settle as a snow-dusting on my laptop keys, providing magical inspiration which will power the muse to live another day and produce yet another 1000 words which will soar beyond the pale realm of their predecessor. More glorious in height, more rousing in spirit, more all-encompassing in scope. The sacrifice of a 1000 to produce an offspring of a 100,000.

Please, come soon, fairy snow clouds. I’m drowning in gibberish.