Purple petals of thoughtfulness and consideration go a long way towards rude and extreme moments beyond our control. Sometimes we must confess to give the homeless more than they can perceive to be the best lift of all and in strict confidentiality, but then again, word gets around when you got the mad perfunctory color that prefers to be known of nothing other than the third degree and an assinine excuse for service, or even a seat in the bar even.

It was his perogative or her interogitory salutory nature of the stickiest and slipperiest of situations that create nothing other than when that guy kissed me and made me ignore the most insatiable of questions. Would I? she asked, and he asked and againa she asked..., actually, Well?

I Never did say that the crystalic depths charge into the night's first and last lesson into the nature of streets and alley ways. Blow the wad and see if it matters. Save it for what into the unforseeable future?

A new beginning is upon us, or is it already happening? The empirical nature of our perception says that there is nothing other than the first given mindful moment of interlocutory trust, confabulated with the dust, disgustingly envious of her wise choice to retort, and of course it made me cry... again and again. again and again.