Next year will be dashing too, the early resolutions will be supercharged. Many ready to move on, like another number makes any difference. Wake up and live this day. God willing. 20, 21, whatever it takes.
Off the beat for now, these 20/20 eyes going back to fuzzy. Back to haze, a return to other gonzo obsessions, to other forms of madness, other absurdities. Keep those Publicans and Democommies at a distance. They stink. They're oily.
Created through form, 100 chapters, 300 paragraphs, 1500 sentences. Filled with wild content, observations as seen, heard, experienced, and understood. Seasoned with implications, insinuations, and invitations. Gave it to you plain. Plain as possible.
