Knowing you've already shot your best load overrides the excitement of downhill racing or tree climbing if that's your fantasy. But truly loving what the day gives eclipses youthful aspirations especially when the endorphins still linger from the night before <-- olden days. Restatement of the obvious but if the foo shits, wear it.

As the words hit the page, they fade away and all the thinking goes with them. They dissolve into the cosmos, poetically described as kindle for posterity. That's the destiny for lvlovers dotcom- - just another brick in the wall. The surprise is no big whupp. People are like ocean bubbles and if you think you're important, you ARE ! Just don't think your destiny is global news.

So I've "passed" and I'm still with her, she loves me, I love her and the brush ran away with the spoon. Like the hoarder who jizzes at the touch of his collectibles, I, who has made so-o many mistakes in life, still get goose-pimples from the a.c., the pool, the elimination of nuisances here but most of all, this life. Premature bye-bye, words.