Here's the lowdown: We have not seen the end of the glory because it is eternal by definition and any linkage of the quest for wisdom and the manner in which ideas are introduced is like saying "if you put your foot in the toilet, you're shit".

My antenna could use a partial twist or two but we're still on a high note, maybe not the place we talked about earlier but, D A M N. The scalawags can be explained, hence the enjoyment. So on that note, DECEMBER stuff - fa-la-la. It's like disenfranchise without the fries. You can go to places where self entertainment flourishes and it gives a real sneakers-on-the-tartan feel to imagined aloneness without any of the cacophony of group grabs in the shitpool.

The low-down on the sell-a-bratin' this year is no harm - no bowel movement. Don't be trying that "but masquerading is a mortal sin" diversion, because the
N E W definition of truth locks-in the certainty. I'm getting back to the funny me but not prematurely saluting the guardian of disregard. As long as SHE needs me I'm soaking in the whirlpool of contentment for a guy whose sprocket is stripped.