The End of Submission

You can't stop me NSA! Booting me just before I hit publish won't get it done, and I'll have you know at least four eyes will see "this thing we do", so watch out buddy. I bet they're as bored as an actuary, but with better chairs and fat ass monitors, coffee iv's and the worlds best pharmaceutical speed, fosho.
Get on with your bad Bolivian self, I hope it works out for you and your people; better hire some good seguridad Jefe.
Santarchy in the Big Apple(don't mind the maggots) and the walking wounded; with forced car-pooling, how commie.
I hope it's sore enough to hold you down; but watch out for the tiger traps of lonely, and the dappled beasts, within and without.