Just finished going from the cloud of suspicion to the blanket of guilt. It took a course requiring all right turns and the remorse is not buyers. At one point it was imagining how Voyager 1 feels like being 12 billion miles away from takeoff but my feelings are righteous. Staying aligned with truth is the bumper sticker of choice for MMXIV. The daily quest will be grasping it given the bombardment of jizzwah that confronts our sensibilities. I like spending the nights here where destiny drove me and it's no secret this is my final resting place. It's sort of a Hyatt before you buy it. The mid-60s fools the brain that it's winter but you maintain spring fever, the good kind. Late harvest is always sweeter and late achievement is better than Paul dancing. We're wearing our Zen today and humming Phil's part of Until I KissedYou .