“ I disagree with what you produce.”
Empty space echoes my words.
“Yet, it were not supposed to be, anyway.”
“Contrariwise, or Opposite.”
Gerald Twenhouray repeats.
“But, if is so, it were so, or it seemed
to be, it world occue, not monotone,
but sharp, dotty, and puffy, clouds alike…
so, as it is, it will, it could be, it explodes.
I guess, that is ScottieJim Logic.”