The village always seems to correspond at least if you're one of the lucky ones. You may sense a little lost ground maybe by coincidence, a wrongly weighted memory or a reminder that what is, was, years ago not just yesterday. It's not a sign that big change is required maybe just that if the overdone part of is still is, years from now, take it full on and save the whine until its time.
~~from 2011

There were moments in '22 that we don't need lvlovers any more, bye-bye. Fortunately, this guy is so in love that we never gave in and jesus wants me for a sunbeam. It's a joke that we're beginning the new fricken year laughing at the imagined trauma in the woe exclaimed in the writing. Ain't that a smooch in the right place? So, here's the banner for 2023:
give my regards to the blood-drainer at the mortuary
some jitbags are so-o lucky
told ya but you didn't believe me
it's tasty and so mild
thank god I'm a Vegas boy. My tires are still a little under-inflated but my-oh-my, look at that smile. OK, it's 4am in '22 and this is practice for the real life. That's the best I can do.