Straight from the heart to the bus and back. Where were you when dementia hit? Don't know because there hasn't been any the lights are on, nobody home moments 'round here. Undemented and it feels so good.

When does a food disorder become one? Playing with yourself in a good way becomes ripe for labeling as agoraphobic. Matters not even if the lifestyle is upper atmosphere which supports moonwalking. Even the honey dipper needs lovin'. Meatloaf of the non-dashboard lights variety stiffens our resolve. Worship WADS and strengthen the preferences holistically. Dog dishes = inclusion; dwelling in the dark = exclusion.

The recurring 3 nines may seem embellished but sincerity breeds the right outcome (hint: sanity with gallantry through eternity).