Who's on medicare? //said implicitly. Waiting for the post-op vicariously cements the appreciation for healing. Shaman do your stuff to yourself, you pathetic self sufficiency shill. Let those woofies fly from the nest touchscreen style. Recovery done quickly is fantastic. That long game shit is for green bananas buyers, not us healers. Backpfeifengesicht is for the power seekers, you know who you are. It becomes a question of am I 1) level or declining or 2) spiralling up! = happiness quotient. The left bank of the left of the sinistrophobes reminds one about being in the 10% maelstrom.

Taking a cheese steak mentality against a tamale or an enchilada is no contest. Textured baked bread crams the message home that just as meringue completes the lemon, a conshy roll stuffed with that love satisfies the need for lefties to stay in the picture.

The issue is not to be buried in a cemetary or a church yard (proper) - bury me not.