If or when Boston Legal becomes available as an ION collection, it’d  be  worthwhile getting the DVD-set just 2enjoy dealer’s choice dibs on what episode has some bearing on our dusk. I sure dig the whole cast and the storyline, the rhythms, the moods, the…air.   Good drama still continues like four times TNT, ye know, like aite knights w/lights in the theatre bridge where the adlib is kept to a minimum but still kosher-corner as a chocolate puddin’banana pop or a cooked bittersweet-mocha-chocolate cocoa butterscotch pudding refrigerated at least 8-hours and served in a round container wit a parfait dipper n a T&T. 

Was a minute I had in my bed during a real good reciprocated head rub & then it took ½ a day 2 situate a line of verse for the chorus & a Flop River Turn around 2 people rapt in a lucid love song played to the winds and heard different but same somehow in some goes around comes around call n response hootenanny

What?  ? ….?…?   …Oh yeah.  (()):   Rings within rings of tangential stirrings offer little anymore in forms of optimism;   such is this age of ....................... what?                No, really, WHAT?

previously: 

Way gone, Reggi-mon, ‘nd two backslaps wit a Chaucer to de-solder the corroded wires,

..is just what mojo doctor ordered upon reckoning his own mortality while drinkin' whisky. 

n we call ourselves men, …whaaaaaaaaa… heheh … aaarghhh…  .........laugh to keep from

here 4us?  in sentiment, yes, certainly blessings …but mostly it’s been the two of us and the protocol and occasional brushes with commentaries that are very well spoken, and the days turn to, & the nights...

Your logic is rock-solid, IMO.  Good luck, though, thinkin’ much of it   which is it   hit it’s mark  wit Fitspatrick O’Limbaughnigan, no matter how smartly [crimace] presented, a sigh is the only honest reply in my eye passage fervor on or about the total soul experience herein this birthplace o sagacious and tumultuous mad earth beings wit two hands & two feet and a used car in between like a tool continuing to liven things up.

Poor Mr. M. Capuano & the truth from whence he speaketh; here’s hopin’e get’s James Traficant as his cell mate as these is indict me?, oh yeah?, howbout we indict you? woids.  No, in all magnitude, for this sort of rationale to be out on the table should be all it’d take to get to breakin' out the new brooms & dustin' out the wine tombs n long halls n ol' fools.  Mr. Tom Joad aughta back-up climb-up pull up scratch hatch, aughta rise up through perfect hardwood Senatorial floorboards n filibuster wit savv only a zombie named Smith’d have.

Or we just gota get a lifetime supply of lube & something interesting on the tube & sleep. &…dream about an excellent time when the real men go the yards and then stake the good package over the big gun while sipping cool and clear perfect Planet Earth drinking water in an extra terrestrially protected acreage of woods and watersheds.    

if I had a hammer