What are my words that change the social contract? Jesus take the tiller . . . . ramp speed sinks lips . . . . Oregon dreamer woncha give me a chance? to__________under pants. My hidden aspiration must be to advance civilization. It's from being so dicked out from assholiness in droves and in excess where I log in. My idea of a meet and greet is latching on to some insight from a featured stranger who really gets it. This is possible for a wave maker because the pillars of my being are Runyonesque and vicariously fulfilling to the point where poignant fantasy flows via penis dementia are not only probable but perpetual. Darwin answered the first question with a damaged existence and looking east then west on my Route 66 I see the look of Giza then the best of the universe. It meshes with the feeling of mitgefuehl that surges along with the oingo-boingo.

There's the rub- if optimism is behavior like Al Gore says, the only chance I have to advance the masses has already left the cubicle. We're in Round One, baby and the light's are still low. You are my civilization and that advance we're feeling is so grand. Round 2 is cognition once again or recognition. I don't recognize you means I don't cognize you this time - I once did but I don't now. Please don't take my cognize away, God. fill my canteen with the tonic of the resplendent