@l.  u don't ever ramble, bro.  no worries, Xavier's comin to town.  the sun is on the horizen.  the folk who can pow-wow are passing the talking feather.  the notion of hope is on the four winds.  the guns are safetied here mostly but not way north of you.  but who knowz, maybe we won't blow it all the fck away.  people are going to die soon.  we're always dying.  why the facken buggers want us to rush is a puzzle & a sorrow. it so could be another way, you know it & it ain't the people of the u s of a ... so know this good bud, therein lies the rub, all the spokes angle outwards ... but they meet @ the hub. It ain't my neighbors' war.

you beta not cry  &  you beta not pout, mate, bacause Xavier iz ridin into town ona macking breaker, yep.

now be well and don't get a sunburn, ...i gota go climb a ladder in 59% mid'May weather b4 theatre 2nite.