The save face moment of the day skirts back 8 years: It's fallacious to cringe at the shills pimping out their integrity just because no one's offered you a big enough ransom for yours yet. Here's what solvency tells you - eat, drink and be merry because all of those things are cherry if you do 'em right.

To think I sat here and barfed out shitty poems reinforces the certainty we don't want to go backwards. Last night's dream was in the form of a movie being viewed and included some murder and fuglieness. It was a replay with mods of a daytime viewing so the backka wasn't hours in the process like nights before.

So we're sharing the same cloud which makes the shirtless pix there up for question but the credo here of stream what you dream says "continue".

My girl keeps toeing the perfection log so my repetition is OK because if you live as if you're in your last week and it still works, all the venting here stays away from futility. The ranch flourishes because of her so I'll close with thoughts from 5 years ago:
The writer sleeps with the owner here every night. He's the antithesis of those searching the seas of consequence having found himself. He's WYSIWYG whose only role playing aspect is that of boyfriend of the make out feel-copping variety. He may look somewhat too old for ribald but his neural pathways are littered with pre-cum. That's relevant because it verifies that old romantics don't fade even when impairment changes the plot line a notch. The issue if there is any centers on the absence of I don't want to do this but here goes.