Hey, congratulations on becoming engaged…i am enraged with joy for you.

i think this piece could have been written by an erudite (commented on by a luddite [who used to play on a Ludwig snare drum]; and someone who holds a masters in electrical engineering). Teleological .. you say, but do i sense some epistemological lonliness? A Marxist/Lenonist could be an enterprising young bohemian who watches Groucho and the lead singer of the Beatles… Was Lenon’s solo albums really a precursor to PUNK? “I don’t believe in Hitler” is good to know, I’ll pass up the Meatloaf and order some Captain Beefheart (with my Captain Morgan).

Monologue confessions of kitchen soliloquoy are the onomoenopoeia of my inner tying a knot so i can hang on. Thanks.
Imagine a culture and democratic civilization who would have chose fire-tongued Patrick Henry over Thomas Jefferson in his house slippers and you can begin to gauge the fathoms of my bewilderment with the masses with their ‘American Idol’ tv’s…Nowadays, to donate ‘plasma’ is to hook someone up with hi-def entertainment. Marie Curie save Me!