R/ckets and S/ntries

let's go back to the history of funny queries. a state becomes law, you rinse your mouth with delight, taxes seem like expressions of a kinder attention, then it seems like it's time for bed. is that about the gist of it? or let's go back to the alien infractions, which seemed to cure the sun's misapplication of our forms, which stir ardent rivals, which seem like the last gesture of all. have we inherited a talent finally? suggest a motion within a sentence that you yourself could write or speak. do you go back in memory again? won't you ever quit?