To Whom it May Concern

Good God ya'll, what is it good for....fill in the blank....absolutely nothing.
Education, Hospitality and Equality are inheritances that never lack in their value, and don't have conditions attached to them.
Mental health is an attribute that comes with a sense of Humor.
What you do with what you have spells the word gratitude.
We are, after all is said and done, just part of a larger world we only inhabit when we share it with anybody, or anything we come in contact with.
Purpose and intentions are nine tenths of the law, ignorance, lack of education and whatever is left after that, makes up the last tenth of anything we think we own or choose to experience.
Freedom and Dignity comes with a price, but can always be seen and heard as priceless. They don't come with a set of brakes and personally don't come with rear view mirrors.

Dinner Awaits for No Man

     Though at times I feel the wind against my wings when I sit down to pander to my culinary desires, it could be that I am not really here, but laughing out loud in a dream of pure wonder, promoted by hunger.
  It is not the thirst for food I conjure when traveling those highways and byways of illusionary flavor profiles of courage and the distant clamors of " Thunder and Lightning ". Rather I am pursuant to my own ascensions when I break that bread and spread the buffets of life across my table of hope and joy, knowing then, as I do now that someone is awaiting the Man on the other side of this life. 

Darkness, Darkness

      Being nocturnal and of course with that, dreaming comes to mind, though it doesn't have to mind at all considering we can and will, at any moment, do the things we have not been able to do when we are cognizant whether we can or cannot achieve such madness.
      Now, Darkness, Darkness, be my pillow and take me out on the Highway, show me a sign and take it to the " LIMIT " one more time.  At that point of origin, "... away we go....".

From Angles of Information

     Now whatever obtuse angle you care to deliberate or substantiate your point of entry to claim some valid idiosyncrasy it is imperative that realizing whatever piece of real estate you hoped would come to fruition at such a moment, it is just not the same as the real event, either in a cultural or historical sense.
     It is such an intervention when in the dawning of what we seem to be in, in a technically inclined social media way, that we have created such the malady of uncertainty when a small band of Merry Men can create such scenes of havoc.
     It is then, I hope we all realize, irregardless of whether it is a drought, or the downing of a passenger flight, or disputes over who is on the right side of history, that at any given moment we can conclude and release the thoughts that brought about such calamity and become another completely different reality.
     As for the flow of the Universe, as it is, whatever we do, the Universe, Mother Nature, will have a say in the proceedings, and after that, we live in divine providence. My mother would say, from behind the curtain at such times, ...." I don't want to hear any complaints...."

When you Arrive

     When it comes to the act of laughing, and don't pause when I say this, but, you can't think when you have arrived at laughing.  It also doesn't matter whether or not it is out loud either.

Anonymity

Then should I say that Kismet and Serendipity celebrate a sort of celebrity anonymity when induced into a collective sequence of events lasting moments at a time in the Universal unfolding as it's well intentioned thought coalesced....

Circumstance

Yet there doesn't have to be the usual pomp to the circumstance in any event that doesn't do a body good.  Fade to black in the case where some seen force obliterates commonality between the event and it's cause, and not only that, but it's effect.  If then, somewhere down that Yellow Brick Road, there will be no elementary conclusion, my dear Watson, we can only use the example of if it walks, talks and looks like a Duck, then it must be a Duck.
If we think there will be no effect then on whatever is really happening in the Ukraine, then we can be sadly and utterly acquiescent to the actual soliloquy that soon follows.
Nowhere in the commonality of Black Holes like this is there any solidarity to the notion that the parties involved will go unaffected. Good God you all, what ever happens after this, will not stay in the Ukraine, like things that happen in Las Vegas do.
So here goes another Love Song, with the idea that Love means never having to say you're Sorry. No where does it say that you have to prove that Love, just that the circumstances exist for it to be real, and execute the Justice intended and Due. We are the world and the Pomp to this peculiar and unadulterated circumstance is coming whether we like it or not.  The Universe is it's own Judge.
 

Naked Lunch

The locality of the icons in dreams often leave the symbolism of their content oblivious to reconciliation. Though we interpose or extrapolate while we are there, it is our own prognostications that leave us gently on the acquiescent side of Nirvana.
It is silly to retaliate upon these notions, but also easy to pick up the telltale signs of the Pit and the Pendulum in our day to day external compositions.  The consequences to our preludes in imaginary scenarios often times leaves us with a variety of flavor profiles that can become various forms of parties in time framed images as attempts at hospitality interludes.
Hospitality makes up most of our lives in ways that all of us engage in those evolutionary ascenscions.  It behooves our spirit once we have become in love with ourselves and secure in the battlefields we have chosen to experience that handing out those nuances of emotional linguistics for the global and often diverse populations of scattered communities is the feast and famine of those catering concepts, usually, but not tied to, three act plays. 
Those forks in the roads, curtain calls, starting with the conceiving of a chosen individual physical reality as a Child, a few encores as a Vagabond of sorts, leaving nourishing lunches strewn along pathways narrowly prosecuted, and closing with anonymous and unseen or felt offerings of food for thought buffets.  Those doorways and halls, either to be opened or traversed over are left up to the ones who you gracefully served up the Naked Lunch to. 
In essence as we flail daily to provide the hospitality to our compatriots in our individual chosen lifestyles, we know we have only succeeded if kind offerings are not only endured but are passed on as keepsakes of our endeavors and imitated to others to continue the strings of perpetual kindness and glorious offspring from the wells of humanity.