Sheeez!  Oh…yeah, it’s a witching-hour mouthful o’ pure drivel, yep, like waking-up to see a posted picture of one’s self wearing only a codpiece & cloths pined nipples from the twisted night before, …but unfortunately I clicked send @ some 4 in the morning…*& gasoline is headed up over three dollars a gallon like bitter apple juice river at the roots of bitter trees…not planted there by you or me, …right now as we don’t speak. 

…if it weren’t so trite a notion, anyway, I would delete it…because it’s just another rant that offers no solutions; …lyrical nonsense, sparked by several perfect hours of heady adventurous love-duet in the seventh heaven of my favorite naked lady…& a happy-pass-out power nap that ended in being wAy too well-rested and mentally over-stimulated for the hour.

There’s been some great reading in the thread below, though, so cool; it all balances out.