You spew shit until you die and see what sticks and see what
dries. That, that got washed away, is gone for good. Yet, good shit lingers, then stains...for
all seasons…remains eternal for no good reason, but for happenstance and protein. Worshipped for simply ‘being
there’ by future generations….images captured in raptured imagination...until they, too, are forgot, and then what, is it just a blot?
NOTABLOG / g.g. Nota - Nothing longer than a lazy Sunday drive, or as quick as a glance - there is no chronology or explanation, just snapshots, visual and verbal. Feel free to meander through the MENU in the drive-through ARCHIVE. Above all, enjoy the ride.
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