Finally the wrong sort of everything that  could never be right from any point of view except the helpless point of view of self-extant IS-NESS!
Being the ultimate solitaire in non-confided solitary confinement:
female,  cack-handed,  fanny-parking,  fluxionary,  fulminatory,  fabricator of fables,  the falana-falana feller of fantoccini fantasts who has no right to any PUBLIC SPACES!
 Then you can get to travel on everyone's tyranny train,  without being in the possession of a properly paid for and purchased ticket.  IT IS A FREE PERMIT TO TRAVEL EVERYWHICHWAY UNLIMITED.

ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE IT!
OR ABANDON THAT JOURNEY!

HAPPY TURNING AWAY!

MAKE YOUR NOW JOURNEY
TO ENDLESS JOY WITH
NO TINPOT TOY SOLDERED
TYRANNY TRAIN
RUNNING YOU DOWN!
HAPPY TURNING POINT!

ENTER A NEW TUNING FORK!

GO TO THE GARDEN OF FORKING PATHS

 

AND SAY:

 

"none of the above"

 

FIT THE RIGHT BUTTON.

 

HAPPY HUNTING GROUNDS.