..twelve years older now than this dumb pic, with weathered, aging face and ruddy mug, disinclined to avatar myself or have a new shot done,avoiding reflection of self ...and now Stumbling about, connecting with epeople from the near-North Pole To New Zealand...being where I am in cyberland...remote...now time to head down to the local bar and kick up my heels...encountering there a few people with sparkles in their eyes who "dance like a wave of the sea"-- not an unlucky experience for me...touching flesh, a delight...but shortly after leaving the pub stumbling onto the old NYC sidewalk with my face, not to worry: sleep heals...though next morning stopping at the butchers for two pounds of brains...and proceeding on later for lunch to an unknown bar-and-grill for a sandwich and Heineken (screw the sandwich)...I walk up to the bar and an untypically cheery bartendress asks me what I would like, and I answer, "I'd like a brain transplant, please." (SU problems: NoSpace to write...)10 | 20 | 30 | 40 | 50 | 60 | 70 | 80 | 90
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