So Much Is Happening And Yet Nothing

When In Doubt, Ingest Carbs.

Who Else Would Find Me At Just This Moment? First He Found Me Drunk, Now He Found Me Cleaning Up Poo From A Barking Pony Who Was About To Go Into Attack Mode.

Well What's In Your Amazonian Hope Chest?

Can We Try To Be Wise With Each Other For A Very Long Time?

But I Know The Difference. Everyone Else Is A Ghost. I Exist Here Alone, Stranded By Choice. Deserted.