i laugh all the time. but i do it in spite of the colors beneath. etc. etc, etc, is enough. i have seen and been to the gates of ends. after you seriously consider starting the last great adventure all by yourself everything is a joke, and every day can be beautiful, in a sad kind of way. happiness cuts with a soft edge. like when people who have absolutely nothing are perfectly content in each other's arms. company is such a paucity i hear it said by those clad in green. vaunt it nonetheless because its the kind of poverty that is valuable for itself for its elegance always. so people say they can only make themselves happy. because of the famine.


can i get a whoo whoo for change in time signature?