Now and Forever Gone

In a near random universe there are still certain combinations
Picked out from all other possible ones
Which, when given some time and the just-right circumstances
Not too far from the earth or too close to the sun
They will dance and they’ll spin in the embrace of the trade winds
Playing havoc with the hearts and the upturned faces down below
Until the laws of curved spacetime, susponed without warning
Kick back in with a vengeance for the last act of my show

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Thanks Walter Becker.  Surf And/or Die

Dear Millennials,

I think what we are witnessing here in America is a plague of Chicken Little Pox. No red spots — no fever — no vaccines, but a lot of regurgitation of bile and bullshit in the pseudo-intellectual styles of people who are under-employed. The only treatment attempted so far has been Play-Doh and puppies and coloring books. But the cure is to get more sleep, face reality, stop watching mainstream news entertainment shows (sort of perverted comedy masquerading as factual reporting; ie. SNL) and a good beer. Time has a way of distorting your current fears way out of their original proportions.

You’re Welcome

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