There is beside me a curtain draping the front of a kind of shelving, this curtain has been expertly primed to quiver in response to earth rut. My tremblor sensor.
Earthquakes often seem to start as a wee flutter then build to a slamming rattle.
The wee quiver will give me time to put some trousers on, if I am not wearing trousers.
The song "donald where's your trousers", notably used in a near-last episode of "terminator: the sarah connor chronicles" which was a good TV series for the most part, cruelly cut short.
This song was sung by an "AI" that was, I think, a rival to "skynet", purposefully nurtured by the singer of the band "garbage" who was actually a T1000 (the liquidy one) who - or that - had travelled back in time, to, as I say, nurture the "AI", in order that it would sing "donald where's your trousers" : a youtube link
"I nay had on trousers"
I had been collecting examples of glitches on google books (it's a thrilling life) (or maybe from internet in general, the thrill makes precise details hard to recall) here is something about suicide helplines or something:
here is a handy close-up isolate of relevant glitch with bonus pink strip because I am pleasant like that / like this:
I speculate that the suicide rate here will decrease a little. Because emergencies of this sort strip away certain personal problems. Everyone has a capability to thrive in sudden unusual circumstances, as long as such circumstances do not directly persecute you (for example, if you were suddenly interred in a bully-world of precise calibration). And birth rate will increase around December 2011, January 2012, I also predict (blackouts, conservation of electricity, the tremours of fright requiring particular soothings) (smooch)
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