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This is my triumphant return to the lifestyle I've always furthered and forwarded in my heart, at least, so let's blast off. The first half of my life has been incredible and the second segment will include more splendors than any Ottoman Sultan could ever have wished for in his golden repose. Anyway, fasten your laughter belt cuz you're on a collision course with wackiness.

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Fresh Dish

Greetings, people of earth. Sorry to be so out of touch but I've been out of touch. Changes are in store that should cause an eruption of inspiration. I'm about to spend a few weeks downtown in the bosom of the city where I thrive or have thriven. Bit by bit I reintroduce things to my life and I'm reborn with a new sense of what belongs.

I have known moments where I felt like a frail, shell of a man.

There haven't been many of those moments.

I'm still twenty years old, getting away with something.

I am a sleeping dragon.

Dragons wake up cranky, mostly.

I have trouble finding anyone with young ideas, lately.

Computers are ruining movies.

I plan to live long enough to be smart.

It's stupid to plan things.

Always be prepared to plan to succeed without threat of failure when even the ordinary seems commonplace.