If I respond to my own voice what does that make me? Able to reason or fretting the season is over for teasin my gray matter with the promise of something that produces validity‘been playin this vignette in my head will continue to do this ‘til I’m dead that piece that produces validity, constuctivity—productivity or just plain senility

I got a million thots goin thru my head and when they converge they are as the random excursions of two idiotic car drivers hell bent on playin chicken at midnight on a dark street...

invariably...when using a public restroom the first toilet you go to will be ‘reprehensible’ to say the least—thankfully, you have a choice to go to another stall—now imagine what it must be like to have to live in squalor day-in and day-out without the ability to make a better choice!