Listen to the Constructs

I like what I'm thinking.  Space families.  Fucking space monkeys.  It's great.  I could say an awful lot about remote viewing, field waves and timelines, but I know nothing about these topics.  We will trust the division of expertise principles to appoint pertinent matters to the worst people possible.  I know what I'm going to do.  I'm going to like it.  I'm going to go get it.  We're gonna get ya.  Guttural rhythm chants with arms extended, palms open.  Chest high knee raise and pounding heel stomps.  Impeccable form.  Ape grace.  Sour mash.  Flood plain food stuffs.

Heres the pitch.  Nano nutrition.  We take micro bots and pretend they're there.  Then you have to not cum for like 6 hours.  Focus on the bots, don't cum and drink coffee.  Now you're ready for work.  Productivity at work will be mentionable.