Why Is It?

Why is it when I have something absolutely brilliant (yes, dear readers, I know that is debatable in your mind) to say, I can't find the time to say it?

And yet, when I finally find the time to say it, the brilliance... well, let's just say it's fleeting.

Befuddling, I tell you.

I am most befuddled right now.

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[John Foust]

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