Cresting on the Serta sleep seems untimely. Or maybe the moon tides are eroding our realization that something's amok. Then suddenly the markers kick in and the sacro-solemnity of the worst mind never actuates (unlike it's carnal region). Oil may be $40 but the gusher's in and silk roses match the brightness of lanolin skin.

Today wants to be an homage to those who should be here but are not. It concludes with soulful appreciation for being H _ E _ R _ E.
It multiplies greater than the known orders of magnitude. Looking at '08, so much has improved. This queues the question: would I go back to '08? Emphatically N _ O _ T!
There was a certain concerted effort to extract every ounce of joy those 7 years. You can state them as sunk costs on the balance sheet of hedonism. Deal of a lifetime.

Salome slipped into things. Nights moves featuring sliding-in feel so good making that Salome chick relinquish her mantle. Here's to the table with the face ring on the end. Slip sliding right here.