Jungle jumble burning bright, with night tiger's eyesight failing. I cannot tell nor can I sail when the night air is so filled with foggy brimstone. Henry Ford's model airplane took off to the dance, without a date on the calendar girl.
Once it happens, it can't complete the process, if you know what I mean. Does he? When the time comes, the hellfires will rise up and call us blessed. And then we will all know just how relaxed a state we live for, and that it won't last for long. The euphoria that fills the bucket to overflowing, will decrease, but he will increase.
When the download is completed, that should be the end of the story, at the end of the day. So I've heard.