in your shell you are hiding ignoring all tidings for the world is afraiding a-fearing a-nearing to driving you sane; a thought is marauding about your brain's lining and your mind is a-burning a-turning and churning, about to release -- but you out-see a thoughtclip that someone else thoughted some ponderance they noted and toted and touted and spread all about, some previous ponderance they needed to shout. that thoughtclip they thoughted is the thought you had oughted to say but you couldn't 'til you found your release and now that they've thoughted the thought that you oughted you see you're a-familied with some other creep. though the thought that was thoughted perhaps was enguttered down deep with the clutter or flying up high in the ether of space, the thought you had thoughted that the other had touted has brought you a bone for the gnawing upon -- you're never alone. though the thought that you thoughted was obtuse beyond meaning or abstracted to some infinitesimal sum the thought that you thoughted has been thoughted by others (though mayhaps the others have not beaten their drums) and so if alone you are ever enthoughtened be familied in thought that you're never alone.