A little snag, a friend now and then appears and disappears as do all the stuffs of occasional certainty, like some infestation that gives the insect's hope of leverage buy out

 Now the Yes Time, when O No sated must to landfill-bed of Discardeds go. A little snag, a friend now and then appears and disappears as do all the stuffs of occasional certainty, like some infestation that gives the insect's hope of leverage buy out of decent work with hoes and shovels on trenches to keep such enemies at bay. . . Yes now that an overpopulation of almost two by unsustainable Care got subdued, in extinction glad nothing left of compassion (nice to feel it, but saying so gets BeLove tired, doesn't it?) something survivaly survives, so sissy gets to work again, with shovel, a digging hole and hovel, staving off Invading Bugs of Type-Other. . . I then bless this time's Yes.