When brethren decide that the downside of the idea has disappeared, you can count the minutes before free thinking palmists stain us with a batch. The political ideas are like Pez from a salad shooter cementing the assessment that we're truly fucked. Here's a true remedy: Don't like fondling of your junk? Don't fly. Don't like American mortality in other places? Don't visit. Don't like the price of gas? Drive only when necessary. Don't like Mamma Grizzlies? Read Tolstoy instead. There's a work around most of the shit factors if you're solvent, in love and enamored with South Australian shiraz. Firstly, warm those camouflage flannels then take a falling O and put it in your pocket if you have one handy. Getting ready for The Glorious Romantics.(Ed. Note: Eww) The message here always seems to wallow in the disbelief that being in love is just so effortlessly encompassing. That or just revert to the silly depending on the thoroughness of the thoughts which are freestyling. I stay baffled at the legions of the slighted because the check from the US Treasury doesn't have their name on it. Then they scream "stops everybody's checks!". And if you believe Jesus hates homos as much as you do, your attraction to your own genitalia is the reveal. I once tried on a crimson jacket that was on the $20 rack but entering the workplace looking like an Ojay stopped me cold from pursuing that purchase. Good judgment comes from experience and most of that comes from bad judgment. This morning I emphasized the give-away to enacting a serious interlude from the standard messin' around and the point was "gotta let me know whether to put another quarter in or just do a small load by hand". Funny what points get appreciated. Roses are red Violets are blue I like Ken Kesey Let's boink.