WEEHAA!!
Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, cawbirds, eagles, and squirrals, listen to the madman, who sits atop the dusty nest of twigs. The hardest part of madness is keeping the balance of its beauty; and doing this without the substances that you used for years to balance it all out, but which finally led you to completely flip out. Yes old friends, the Sober Gonzo has not yet lost the game. I'm still on board the ship, still dry up here on the sunny deck, but its foggy here in Berkeley, as I torture myself in the theological world of faith based hermeneutical readings. Take it one day at a time. That's what they say. And it's all I can do. Lighten the old boy up, and chill him out. California, surrounded by crazies. Just like me. Aren't we all reflections of each other when the chips fall, humanoids? As our DNA reproduces itself on down the line, running around the earth skin, cruising on up that freeway out of Africa? Yes, old friends, we're all going somewhere. Where are we going?
Take er easy,
Goose Wrangler
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