Dudes, wait a freaking hour . . .

   
   "Dudes, wait a freaking hour . . ."
   
   Like Hemingway now.  Bang. Bang. Bang.  Wait an hour till reading my Blog.  It's automatic.  My mortality cannot type that swiftly.  I'm being mercurial--fast but erratic.  Wait an hour till you read my published Blogs--okay.  Wait.  Saint Joseph--Mirror of Patience.  But me:  Happy.  Happy you guys are reading and spying.  A hater wants to hate, a thief wants to steal, and a wise man wants to merge with the light.  We are all characters in a story, but get a grip on your pen.  Okay, wait till I edit my mercurial speed, and I don't even read The Flash comic books.