The pre-meds era kept it simple, you either were normal or you weren't. Taking the normal right through high school, enter meds, the quest for creds and a new version of the dreads. Oh groin, we won't let you run to des moines to prevent transforming your balls into a sirloin <= just had to.

Wisdom is knowing you are nothing
Love is knowing you are everything
Caregiving is the voice of the soul
The vibrato that instantly identifies words from their feeling
The prime ingredient of a Live Forever regimen
Living among all the ingredients guides us to the ones that sustain
Without undue time as a barnacle on fugly
Rather just an attachment to beauty and truth

Lately, the urge to cure cancer has been cutting in on my vista fixation, meaning somewhere there's a Razor scooter with my name on it. The Archimedes principle in my Mom's amniotic fluid allowed early floating and I've continued it ever since. Last night the harvest moon peeked out from the clouds that dumped about 2 inches of rain during the day. It was the same moon that witnessed velociraptors during our Cretaceous Period. Too audacious? Look, man the only period I used to care about was the one that was late and I was holding my breath waiting for it. Human growth: blame it on the fear of dementia.