Historical Hair Rollers in Kumon - Language Journal

Over the past November rains, my back ached from the small blanket that I’ve outgrown since I was a young lad. I have no idea how to explain everything that happened - the only thing we’ve ever noted about the rest of the world was going IN and OUT of DOUBT and BELIEF. I don’t know what is COMING. I tried consulting several local fortune-tellers about what is really COMING. They say, quite meekly, NOTHING IS COMING. I have no idea what is really coming. WHERE DID IT COME FROM? Quite meekly, they said FROM OUTER SPACE. What? From 4 of Spades? I’m trying to redraw and reconstruct this SONAR MESSAGE and actually trace it over with the words Fifth Harmony. Oh I just decoded where it came from. It indeed came from Fifth Harmony, all the way from 2005. So, you…you......you’re so 2005. So we’re so 2009. So actually....let’s change the clock. Let’s tell these Transnational Fortune-Tellers to adjust the calendar and actually change it to somewhere in the middle. As a lovely compromise. :)