How do you prove that we exist? Maybe we don't exist...
Madness string 8123
We found a little piece of heaven here. It is black, smooth, oblong. It hums a soft, but discordant note, and we are afraid to touch it.
I penned a scathing letter of complaint to the minister of agriculture, but the letter was returned to me. Am I the minister of agriculture? If so, how do I get this jerk to stop sending me complaint letters?