T R U T H

The care and feeding of the lavaged mind. Unquenched thirst for stimuli. The added attraction of recognizing limitless opportunity at your fingertips keeps those fingertips workin' the opportunity. Took a trip to Archer TX circa 1971 via Turner and frotting on the endless potential of it lasting for decades. If this is stuck in a rut, use the towtruck for the next guy. Where are you Renee Zell? That last romp w/ Harry Connick, Jr was OK but you are too good for obscurity. Finding where to hide curbed my wanderlust but who knew me when and who cares? What a relief stepping outside your own judgment of yourself, make that harsh judgment. Cannibalizing your own tripod can't make up for the indignity of crawling along the ground. The best part of waking up is knowing where you are and it being a good place. Cue the Webb Pierce song and skip the part about tapping your toe.

9 yes 9 and it doesn't matter what it rhymes with.