Reluctant to post back-to-back nonsense streams only because the post-autopsy take on them might be
misleading. I am lucid beyond even the best tricks and yesterday contributed to a tear-emitter by thinking it was
the right time to discuss "fall off". It wasn't. I picked the wrong time to talk shit, Lucille. But here's the wonder -
Love pulled me back into her womb and good night and good morning (especially) were transcendental, forgiving
the well-intentioned-but-lousy-timed talk thru and replacing the object-d'art called Maligned Whiner with Do You
Wanna Touch Me (Oh Yeah). Talking highlights is a by-product of making high moments but love accommoodates
high expectations. There's never a can't-get-there-from-here slump even when the boy chirps from his ass.
Can't Stop Loving You