Well, folks, just to gets things started, I offer the first and foremost batch of the many tender entendre's I am so fond of cashing-in in the furtherance of my life-long pursuit of an almost hirsute drive to self-erudicate: Bill Pasdeaux at One Man's Meet (...is another Man's poison?) .
Based on an old entendre' that I came up with during my High School days here in Phoenix, AZ, (One Man's Meat is Another Man's Defeat), it will serve as a springboard into my rebuilding of the Empire after this most recent crash and burn of circa 2003.
As I, and "it", warily stands today, I have three years of zero-tolerance chemical celibacy under my obi... how else could I manage to hold onto a computer system long enough to come to this cyber-crossroads... how else could I have mustered up enough mental clarity to even understand that a Blog is... well, a good thing, if taken and given in moderation?
"The time has come to pay the fare... to shed our chains and get savoir faire"... Midnight Oil (in a perfect world). I am saying that, for myself, the Account is receivable and this receivership-of-my-state-of-mind sails forthwith. This bill, past due, is paid by doing a dance step alone, to the Whimsy that my return to a mental and physical health must ultimately embody.
Learning the basics of this new blogging program, I multitask this personal renaissance by presuming to denude the factors in my own upcoming that, through nothing so capricious as Luck itself (and those separate decisions by my progenitors to come out here, West, in the first place) delivered me bawling, mewling and puking-up whimsey after whimsey for your cyber-diversion.
Mo' latuh!...>
