squeaker raze just_now i came a keystroke away from birthing a blathe entitled "random fart of the day". the c, you see, went missing from the word "fact" at the least opportune time, and a letter two tiers up on the keyboard i was typing on saw fit to take its place. it was only an accident of timing — little more than luck — that allowed me to catch the error an instant before it would have been too late to turn back. flatulence, to be sure, is a thing that happens now and then. gas passes through the embouchure of the body's back door, and a strange sort of music ensues. but this was not the randomness i sought. not today. 251201 what's it to you? who go blather from