The light of intrinsic beauty. Wrap your mind around the oasis where the disturbing and the grotesque are diverted leaving only lovely to invade your area of vision. Triangular free space undented by gauche. This is our zen garden replete with rear flapped snuggies and some cider tea. The chupacabras want us to be steel-shitted for this violent world but it's like standing guard in your solarium. Warmth of sun is greater than risk of invasion = enjoyment. Futility is the aftertaste of losing your direction. It's stupid-think and not for my taste. If bad decisions were ben-wa balls I'd still be sticking 'em up from former life. The cumulative damage is minimal, the correction factor is infinite. Better today than in 1989? Betchyerass. Samson Agonistes, man. Picking back up where yesterday's enlightenment left off. Probably not so apparent from what's written here, but it's corteza de pino surrounding the lavender. Irresponsible? Beg your pardon. Oh oh Telephone Line, give me some time, I'm living in twilight.