Jim's 409 passed even fast cars easily. Skipping the drop-to-gloom part of recovery takes on its own language. Streaming, it reads like a tweet but introduces something on a higher plane. Coming to grips here in twilight has stronger implicarions. Like blending chex-type grahams with sugared granola. Sample the velvety kickstart, add the blend and simply don't soak off the drilling jizzwah, instead embrace it.

The best part of loving someone who doesn't hold grudges is how it crystalizes a grudgeless me. Carboloaded and in the game without distracting from the velvety.

Integrating the trauma with the trashcan and now locking on to the day's offering. Remain buoyant and distance yourself from the rocks. Processing all the inputs by hand is a wonderful thing is arduous. Flung onto the pile is awareness that my grip on reality still stacks up with her contour. It's working and that matters most.