The unspoken ideas ferment in the boiler of my mind, and once in a while froth at the mouth to be shared with the world, if only to seek approval of the sanity of its thinker.
Just consider it as a kind of a diary to express myself, which I don't do very often.
I who am a Pothead, Engineer, Deadhead, Dreamer, Dabbler guy next door, the changer and the changed, the dreamer and the dreamt, the man-boy-dude human animal air-breathing manifestation of the universal mind.
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