Heaven knows it's not the way it should be, heaven knows it's not the way it could be . . . Finder's fees - isn't that like being paid to "hit the penny, hit the penny"? One hour and 45 minutes to reset the Flex unit that tells the fan to go on. In that time I restored faith because faith was limping along as a result of excess darkness. Egocentrism even in the mind of a guy you love is void of any appeal here when it's an excuse for indignation, rants and exclusion politics. For cheese on toast that Mary Taylor would reincarnate for, Vermont white cheddar, milk and sprinkle cheese on sesame semolina toast covered with roma tomato slices topped with pepper and basil. Maximum tumescence. Here's a tweet from Rangoon raptor "what's this got to do with Love Without Edges?" Only that Will has public head and his consciousness isn't streaming much. The cherry infused Smirnoff with lime and orange juice kept the invading virus at a standoff yesterday. Today's wake up was strong enough to permit planting of the star jasmine and the purple flowered succulent in the warm cool of the morning. But word-wrapping the love trance? Oh, we could get into the certainty that spooning always leads to strada per il paradiso, but it borders on the 100th digital short on SNL as to the braggadocio aspect of it. So good, trust me.