In case anyone needs any evidence of the state of my mental deterioration, below is a scan of something I doodled on when I had some down time during the past week. I have no idea why, it just seemed like a good idea.
In case my handwriting is difficult to make out (what are the odds?) especially given the cross-outs, the text reads:
“We the Peach-pits of the United Dates, in order to form a more perfect Onion, establish Juniper, ensure Domestic Tangerine Trees, provide for the Common Daikon, promote the Guava Wasabi and secure the blessings of Lingonberry to ourselves and our persimmon tea do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United Dates of Asparagus.”
I don’t know who the guy thinking this is. It’s not me.
Iterations of Zero 