The strumpet parlays the dragoon amongst us and its girth welcomes daybreak with a familiar insouciance, like this is just what we do. Monsoon mornings are the best for gauging the time that we'll spend anticipating the thunder and word that Audrey's arrived. How does mini-meatloaf and zucchini sound as narco-numbing extravagance?

There's no attribution for the above because it's meant to just be there to cover yesterday's song of the tightrope. I just won't take anejac if it comes with any gallantry or composure. But strep throat of the pants can't be insinuated either. If I sing that song in my head like the 2nd verse of the Star Spangled Banner I've remade the remake of When I Take My Sugar to Tea and any inference there's a fantasy goin' on here is dispelled. You want to begin the solitude on solid ground.

Here's from 2005: Safety first signals a priority on staying within your own game as opposed to going for the gold. Tried and true vs. going out on the gangplank. As if you only can choose one or the other = linear logic, no bricolage and one premise shy of a syllogism. Part of the discovery here is in the fine tuning catagory, life revisions extending the durations of time in the zone. Putting certainty into the 'doing it right' at this point favors taking low risk chances (fix what you can, write a check where you once maybe could but ladders are risky). Time makes these fixes tempting but we're both aligned in the 'get it fixed' philosophy rather than give in to temptation. I want to be doing this for decades.