Joy of G.T.I.

I have a secret.
I am a cat with wings.
Oh, the latter is obvious, but a CAT?
Yes, well, whiskers are in style. And the third-floor is a good place for breathing.
Heavy breathing, if you get my drift.

Most drifts are not got.

My drifts could cause public awareness. Public problems.

The Soo Society is trying to comprehend me. Apprehend my intentions, if you will.
They attempt to verbalize my internalized dialogue.
Go on, Soo Society. Give it your best shot in the dark. The Dark Continent awaits your publications.
Toxic Publications.
Foreign police, policies, politics, polls, and Poles.
Phoney phonetics.
Gammorand. I ex disque, en ex machina. Proletariat el Dioyes.
Oh yeah!