I would build this microservice architecture out of a desire to do good, but through me it would wield a power too terrible to comprehend.

A model, idiot.

It turned out the tree over my yard is a camphor tree that drops allelopathic seeds on everything

“You like The Wiggles? Their early music was a little too New Wave for my tastes…”

English is the funny north German dialect that moved to an island and went mental.

I like this better. It’s like she’s flying along.

Probably not if one of them is a woman.

I’m trumpet gang, but mostly cos the other brass instruments are ridiculously big and heavy and I didn’t want to carry them.

You keep using that term “mental gymnastics”. I’m not sure it means what you think it does.