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Morning!

Just dropped in to get myself a quick black hack of java (fix).

I'm with you, man, the "Lady Picture Show", is a show for weirdos, and I love it. It sticks with you, wether you like it or not, cause it's fucking hot, like this steaming brew I'm now holding in my hand.

For the rest of you, you who don't get it, sneak in through the de-googled backdoor and have a listen:

Lady Picture Show

"If you could read my mind" with Lightfoot is a song that comes to mind, not beacuse it refers to what you experienced, I don't have the foggiest idea of what you heard, which Gordon "softy, softy" you were manhandled by, but because it somehow confirmes the absence of "direction" and "goal" in your post. What you've written is more like a poem, and poems are always ephemeral, or they should be at least, when they dig deep down into the void and stay there, forever, in a fleeting now, only accessible to the ones that truly bow, before themselves and the one and only true God – Humility.

It is as it should be, we don't have a fucking clue, we just need to embrace what is due… to us, the dudes and dudettes on rebound, back to life, to the things we haven't yet found, but need, desperately, if we are to keep up with this slow Nightfall City speed.

Walking past a Pawn Shop window this morning, on Main Street, I saw J. P. Shilo, staring at me, through a fish tank. What the fuck, man? "Whirled and warped", the music is… for sure, like this, a reply that can't see eye to eye, with anything. But really, it's fine, I'm good with that. Are you?

I Can't Say Fish Don't Cry

I'll keep on reading you, man. You're a beacon of hope. Don't you dare stop or drop out of this race… I'll fucking taze you if you do!

Here you are, a coffee, black, and a good old handshake.

Later…

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~inquiry wrote (thread):

You've some wonderful stream of reflectivity of consciousness, i.e. consciousness cajoled into necessarily inadequate word containers lining the slippery slopes of conceptuality!

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