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This day is off to a heck of a beautiful start.
And here I am wording about it instead of being blissfully (see also: wordlessly?) immersed in it.
But such is addiction to words.
Can I stop it?
Probably. But it seems part of self-definition, which continues to seem the greatest bitch-to-let-go-of of all.
And then it's suddenly obvious 'tis but a dream, and persisting in seeing that solves it. But one smidgen of thought that it might be other than that.. and, kaboom, look at all this fucking shit 'n madness and people half cock replaced and... and... somehow a mind-eaten senility case has his finger on The Button, and half of everyone was utterly convinced he was sharp as a tack until it was suddenly too obvious even for them... and the other guy's a different kind of madman... but now shall we madly dash unto manufacturing/mining/clutching even bigger and better delusion, and....
(C'mon detritus! You *know* you want a little piece of this one! ;-) )
C'mon detritus! You *know* you want a little piece of this one! ;-)
Why yes, I love the topic of a beautiful morning! And some coffee to go with it! I like to read in the morning, such is my addiction to words.
I may have something to say about the uh... stuff on TV, sometimes I wonder whether the pub is a good place to splatter my opinions on the circus, some people getting very upset about this kind of stuff. It's actually just the stuff that has turned anon boards into a veritable shitshow. But right now, really, I can only really sit back and have fun at all that's going on. I take it you're anglo-american? You may not like what I have to say at all......