Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality.
Open your eyes. Look up to the skies and see.
Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me...
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Words are real only in an intellectual sense. They are not material of any kind and as such have no shape, size, mass, or structure. As kids...
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