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Yep, I've been away... neither here, there, nor any place between. Sometimes we have go through these things in silence. Life has a way of working on many levels. I have heard the turning of the key. Right now, Wendy's just informed me that the ginger is growing. This has some bearing on what I have to say. Ginger is, after all, a tuber. One of the kids planted it in the garden (green and lush, shading a glaring sun) a while back and it's been lying dormant a while. We thought it was dead. It's not
Life's like that. But, yes, on its own, it makes little sense, doesn't it? It ain't good to think of firing squads and bodies on the beach. And we are more than pubic hairs floating the piss streams of other people's lives (see Collected Phrases of Golby at 18). We are, in fact, the last twist of the knife.
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