Put it this way - - we didn't see the Apollo astronauts hop down the shoot in bathing suits when they landed on the moon. They often call me Speedo but my real name is Mr. Earl, Carl. The reason - A T M O S P H E R E. All that gear is there for protection, see? Same is true about March wind blowing corona and other crap like exhaust from a shitmobile so keep usin' that mask. That reminds me to get admitted to Southern Hills which has wi-fi so that I can continue this brilliance with words that are effusive, not aggressive, plus they are slightly revealing as they ooze through love's sieve.

No, the need to get revitalized is not here but planning leads to a trophy before the atrophy sets in. Using the mid-morning this way keeps the heebie-jeebies at bay. The dreams went to Ridge Ave. for some shopping after the wind noise provided the wake-up that the bug-eyed guy warned me about. This is where we are today, not quite crazy but still hard to explain. The main thing is happiness prevails and that's worth mentioning.