Wednesday, February 25, 2004


So hey there howzit shakin or crackin or whatever echelon of consciousness is goin on in your mental at the moment. Forgive, or don’t, my inability to focus on any kine subject whatsoever, it’s like, the fingers require typage but the noggin has nothing to contribute to the process, so what you get, inevitably, is a large pile of something or other that is unidentifiable from any quadrant from which it may or may not be viewed. The only advice I have is to utilize all senses while checking for traffic.