Drizz The Rizz ...
direct to the most immediately availabyool tinglydangly sensoriums ...
like you actschlly sum kinda personal SERVANT.
That is my go-to synopsis of most evry copywritin' book I evah read -- from Claude Hopkins to the Pseudo-Guru-PROPULSED Plagiarismscape my email inbox is directed to MURDAH 24/7 bcs pukesumly yoobiquitous.
Yeah, but like 23 woids is WAY WAY WAY WAY WAY too many for today's Instant Access Brainswamp Shitbrains.
(An' I should know, bcs I WAS ONE till'n I took up KNITTIN' MUH OWN HAYER.)
So c'mon, anywan wantsta play ... jus' to see what we myootchly gaht:
FOR THE BENEFIT
OF EVRYWAN GAHT ZACKLY NO CLOO.
Could be a profitable distraction from the relentless subjugation to unfoldin' tinselstuffs -- less'n you a born-again monomaniac with a top down vision for your most fleetin' kneejerks backed up by any litchrchoore or rityool you figure PROVES IT.
(If'n yr 23+ woids are already scripted -- please, please, please, please PASS.)
Free offah.
23 woids.
Copy smarts for the benefit of the plannit.
Bcs it's CHRISTMAS!
An' Warrior Forum is yr maximally prone puppy if'n you wanna pet her straight!
Wanna Snnnopse yr coolest Drahps?
Twenny to thirty woids, mebbe, bcs you gotta have SLACK.
(When you slippin' yr chains, slack is a workable numbah, tellya.)
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.
Lightin' fuses is for blowin' stuff togethah.