Another Late Night Funding Fight Fate.

Unload the whole height, weight, what was done right. Soul searching scold scorching, to ice thickening, wicks ickening. The foresight quickening. The whole damn, to dampnened worl' gets such lickening. Whoa, the panicking the franticing , woe the thrashing the raving. Who could say my woes are bigger than your woes. Hey Joe....

The cartoon falls apart. Nothing to take personal. No one to blame. You respect your own experience. Learn from mistakes. Everyone wants to feel relatively comfortable. Life could be easy streak, easy perhaps, though it ain't really easy, under the current social conditions. Feels like an artistic lack lustre of pop culture, a job opening on so many fronts. Hello.

I need not be mesmerised by the name calling, the fried frizzled, or worry my noggin about flogging. I'm just cause paranoid to be after viewed, cautions, respectful distance, yet not just a stand alone bystander who does nothing to help in some instance. I come around no prob, no slob, never wish to be left in a grind. Always live my prime!

Is there Furthered extrapolation, don't get caught in the worn out mutation sensation. Get back the whole person. Differentiate from a mere persona.