And the chapter does end, the next one practically written in your mind.
All the corner store people, the one's that whistle and stutter, continue their chatter.
They make the most with words, despite the dumb profanity.
To fill the air with punctuation noise.
No reason for alarms or flags.
All is known that can be known.
Real knowledge can't be bought, only comprehended.
The world is made up of bandits and jokers.
Laughing maniacs, giggling lunatics.
Don't have a fit.
Only babes are uncontrolled, the classy women are grown.