Et Tu, Las Vegas? T R U T Hparadise


The two choices are either 1) go with your gut or 2)analysis without paralysis. There must be a third choice, please? My instincts are so corrupted that if I had to make a life decision solely on it, we might be fucked. But here's the grabber - I DO over analyze things that call for some spontaneity. How did I ever get here? The two choices leave out the force that's more salient than instincts or reasoning - the collective consciousness AKA God AKA Jesus AKA (insert deity here). Ask yourself why all the other stardust floating around the universe can't make a decent Beef Wellington and you'll eventually figure out we're all connected in universal terms. Cynthia Maddox never met me but she changed my life and no one knew that including me until I wrote it here. The universe (see above AKAs) decided I would be part of the scene when knuckles no longer were dragged and stories being told from all the way back to the Pleistocene were planted in my brain encouraging me to to be fruitful and multiply or at least engage the drill just as if multiplication was the end goal. Whoever came up with "where there's a rhyme there's a reason" should have found a rhyme to "bumper sticker".

Hi 8s again thanks to snooze assistance; liking that UC Riverside study that tells me to keep on keepin' on.