Oh, mercy—the problem of the placeholder…blurred lines and new sensations. The worst critic ever, the worst critic, beat the world through a paucity of facebooking. The paucity of facebooking? People were having lots of babies, prospecting for that better possibility of becoming relatable. And me? A selective pain in the selective ass—selective symbolic memory. Who controls the story itself? She who tumbles in the rhythmic something. Tumbles with? This brings me to the Reformation.