May many maus pass.  Verbal diarrhea and all that shit.  Straddling polarity while laughing and not worrying about the nots.  Knawmeen?  And through it all Love holds justly and reassures fully.  Always.  All transactions of movement just another cameo in time.  Temporary.  So far East it becomes West and the whole time you best pay attention.  Or not.  Choice is not yours.  Try not to and you just did, dig?  Of course.  Pork Chop.  And chop and chop and chop.  Your electricity just a continuum of relations.  Eloquence is the bullshit of mutherfuckers who just need to shut the fuck up.  No one is immune.  Not even me.  Peace.