Today we're talking about shit-storms. We asked if your storm is shitty and you responded. All the returns decry the pleas for reason when you hold your tongue talking to Hymen, killing the urge to tell him that he's got same name of something you broke. What's broken now can't be fixed with the hymenator but jeez-o-man, the details are starting to make sense. Keeping track of truth isn't as hard as taking care of the steps involved. Appreciate that.

Coming to grips with die has been done over and over so the emphasis here stays on living the way it really counts.

Does this posting have a point?? Pleeze!! No more blah-blah pandemic, blah-blah cancer, blah-blah ass fell off can't help it if I'm still in love with you. Life goes on demanding direction & nudges as refuse-cleansing
No - - not refuse as in not go-with-the-flow but refuse as garbage.
The Orwellian aspect of being nuked is the barfing aspect but just maybe the current standard will be discretely managed, just like I am.