Colloquy - you mean as in "my baby's a little colloquy lately"? No-no, I mean as in "rapacious underpinnings in back and forth conversations (are there any that are back and back?) can sever the stardust from the flyshit". It emphasizes "because of me or in spite of me reasoning in my mind and since that is the only mind I have even partial control over, let's get this domino dropkick off the radar and into the memory dump area adroitly and with no distain. May Day, man. That used to be inspirational, like Mom's sandwiches or Annette on The Mickey Mouse Club. Now May Day is like coins in your change, something for the drawer. And these non-epistles suffer from sesquipedalian failures - I had to look up what that meant and it's using "big words". Sometimes the entire purpose of adult musings are to digress with lymphatic expression. It's what most writers beg you to avoid. Clear voice. Simple expressionism. Fuck that shit. There's a void that doesn't need filling and this is Will's predilection. The joy that has bumped this passion into 2nd place is the morning towel-off replete with full size view. So where does this get explained? In Habakkuk - fucking Habakkuk found in betwen Nahum and Zepha-fucking niah " Thou art filled with shame for glory: drink thou also, and let thy foreskin be uncovered: the cup of the LORD'S right hand shall be turned to thee, and shameful vomiting shall be on thy glory." Ain't vomited yet.