Too many cartoons where apples or peas are hand picked off a conveyor belt to illustrate how only the best of the best make to the store shelves. Or maybe it's remembering the Macintosh commercial in the 80's, but right now I'm stuck on how we lucky stiffs get picked to lead the lush life and so many others get overlooked. Question is"does a 3 legged dog know he's been gyped?" or watching him frolic does he represent truth as the answer that says we all lead lives of worth even castraldos. I know I somehow slipped into the good line because the verdict is still waiting for me to prove it was right. Good luck verdict because unless there's a USO show that I'm supposed to do yet, I'm kinda locked into this garden dome thing. The best thing about being not fabulous is cruisin' in the incognito lane because everybody knows you're a wind sock and the breeze is fairly still. I wonder if Jake is all stratified knowing Taylor Swift rips "All To Well" because he's to blame. Or is getting the NGO trucks through to Homs more dignified to think about? The place from where I came believes in rebirth, as in another and another. Getting this one galvanized by sticking mostly to the high roads is truly as cherry as walking through the room full of mammalia barefooted and feeling them go between your toes.