Okay. I think I can. But THIS f#@king potentially present has no choice (as far as I’m concerned) but to live in parallel to a past-tense that meant everything to me..wholly. I don’t want a new life. To sleep, to dream, to live in dreams with Maya-Love while trying to be a dad, friend, & somewhat economically viable laborer in the waking hours would be an excellent adventure. But remove the former & the latter is just a life sentence. I am messybear; lover-boy, hubby, heir to a flickering flame, worshiper of my yoni goddess, maker o smiles & laughter, sharer o bliss & disaster, stage manager & athletic supporter o the goldenest gal I'd ever known; there is no “me (whole)” without “her”, no. It just is what it is, yo. & this life is a jip. Blessings notwithstanding, Mick. I appreciate it, though, DBIS Corps. Toughest whores. Honest & truly, I do. You know you. Shoo-be-do. SnarlyManGnarlyMan. We be clownin'roun again. Inspirer battle hum thrum bum//\\Correctly e cheekiness: BradleyMan on drums & triangles triptych (Council-cleaved out due density & texture related questions: Does gesso hem? & how many coats before we get in2 the nitty-gritty o creating working class heroes again?) Danceable Patty Melts is all we ever sell here, friend.

An elite class of billionaires, whether goofy, competitive, fascistic, or jus freakin’ gone greed insane?

Sleep. To dream. (of) The groovy aliens makin land on crystal-grey sand & commencing t’ vacuum.

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Dan, ((Aught’a change the name o the forum section...))

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David Baerwald Information Station [..For th Advancement o Loves Sweet Chainsaw Gyration]

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the Toady Troll & Christian Carbuncle Evangelism Schism for the Advancement o Migraines & Human Suffering.

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"all we are saying," ...

messyb