I rollerskated into Jacksonville, my balls flapping my legs. I was set to give a seminar on Life Choices, and it was entitled, "Life Choices". I was sitting in a mud puddle on the sidewalk behind the Opera House, and I had like, a moment down-in myself, something of an epiphany. Who was I to give advice? Like I was supposed to be-what-perfect? Qualified? Who is ever qualified? In fact, you usually want somebody that knows the perils, by experience, to give advice, someone who knows too well, and indeed, may have fallen prey to some of those same lifestyle pitfalls. As they say, "tell your children not to do the things I done." Broward of the Bounty, taking TP to his lover in an old Ford truck, the TP, the lover ahead in the road. They built, it is said, the natives, the teepee with ten poles, tentpoles, a hole for which to let the smoke rise, a hold for which to egress the light, and release the darkness, to catch a glimpse of heaven. I had gotten to my feet and
Conjugates of the Infinite. behold we now through a "mirror glass darkly..." wayne lee ray, MKL, dr mklhattan, scott clarksdale. "bullet bill", Gary Seven. But one: bull of the woods, now featuring "a helluva vision". Once stuck his hand through a solid wall; unperturbed by solid matter.