Well, Christmas is over already here.

And I am grateful.   Due to things that are coming together in my mind, I think this will be the last post here.  With a more coordinated approach in cyberspace (don’t get me wrong, the stumblebumming was a trip), I think I have a mental foundation to create from, at least in my mind, I think.  Meaning:  My expression at this second is exactly the moment in between my OCD, smash at the keys, & more recently, try to do it all with love & positive expectation, using the utmost constant gratitude for my evolution & growth, with the help of my higher selves, invisible allies, my imagination, what have you, whatever, …

And, what was I saying?  I am saying that that phase is over,…& at the moment that I stop typing this post, I will be building a foundation, with the bottom level of the pyramid being a cultural thing.  Where the origins & beginnings of punk rock in the USA, & in the UK (Europe, whatever) EU blah blah blah   Anyway.  Where punk collides into the beat generation/older early hippies,…and possibly resulting drunk wasted blind anal sex results in heavy metal rotten bastards.   Dirty fucking rotters.  Whatever. 

Shall we all mosey on down Stumblebum Lane? 

I’m thinking some kind of joint’s about to blow up.  ;o)   With love, of course.

Filthy clean fucking love.  Hasta pasta. And, thank you for reading the stuff I wrote here.
And commenting. And enlightening me. And for being cool, and stuff.