If of course there comes a time, without the space intended to induce some sort of epiphany then stopping and facing it headlong, whether it be a black hole, a day at the beach, or coming to some conclusion on a rainy and bleak intended day, then Now would be a good time to elevate both attitude and altitude while conjecture becomes the soul reality in the momentary repose.
Ha, I wonder if the monkey on anyone's back comes to mind while wandering those corridors of backstreet Grinder music. Not that I had anything to do with that last statement or drew any conclusions from those events, but I do stand to gain by any of those twisted sister type of occurrences.
It is not as if I hadn't been late for dinner a few times, or lost in my own enthralling escapades when these actions occurred, but not existing in some Ethernet expose sort of way is the easiest way out of such purloined expletives. Who knows you might gain some sort of perspectives seconds into the dynamic retreat you so dearly chose.
Just getting up on the horse, hearing the chimes in the not so distant future as you go galloping so close to the edge of insanity can always be a good thing because Tolling is Mother Nature's way of calling you into momentary bliss and you can always be recalled if need be, by hook or by crook. I than bid you a fond farewell until we meet again in these angular points of view....Me, Me and a thousand more of Me's.....
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