I hear about the single payer health care concept, the price we pays for the good ol' days is washed up hippies chasing those hours they spent out of it. My dfa 'buddy', Lou, is the product of Delphi methodist frogs in a small pond.
Commenting from what are the most incredibly insulting positions, Lou reveals a lot of what he don't know. Trying to tell black guys they don't is only a problem in the insurance business. Fire 'em up and get ready for a ride, guys. Those crazy Viet Nam era draft dodgers are back. They be crazy... (and creepy)
I cannot locate the parable about the money changer who greased the cup used in counting so that coins would stick and be held back. The grease isn't needed. Power cannot truly pass through us without generating a buzz that doesn't miss.
Slowing it down, diverting or posessing it- is, frankly, an oxymoron. Conduit consciousness conducts us. Power, itself, corrupts. When will they learn? As they pass by me on their way outta here.
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