Anticipating the craziness, Dave took one more deep breath and sprinkled around the dirt surrounding the primrose plants he and Connie just added to the pots outside. It was more than ceremonial that the steps towards maximum cognitive awareness were suggested by the petals on the muti-colored flowers. It's easy to say we're not seeking approval, we're living in the present, we're meditating, or that we recognize the outside world is just a mirror of our intelligence. We're not in it to win it. Probably no one appreciates the wealth and riches that comes from pondering in tandem, Dave thought, flushed with gratitude that Connie takes him to these places on a regular basis. Connie commiserated today about reluctance to key in stream of consciousness words because of apprehension about getting in trouble. Dave countered this by showing her the following stream: Pandas are cute but like all bears, they're startled by Jack London pissing on the pre-emancipated tumbleweed. Arch enemies just don't happen, they are promulgated by emissaries of Floyd Cramer before he snubbed Dick Clark. Sensible people everywhere take time to bend the curve a little. Even I waited past the stroke of 12 to admit alimony is a way to payback for years of shooting at the line of apollo under the guise of fan mail. Connie feigned understanding but wondered if that was all it was worth. Her forte is "cut to the chase" even if it is with head backward checking on the tailgaiters. The meatballs were an epicurian wonder and not unlike the lettuce wraps in so far as brocade napkins go. The sun is still garnishing the wicker and that means more to come. But it's all in the game.