Friends,
At night, the moon’s albedo stirs libido, and my thoughts wander, as I wonder about many a things:
- I wonder why the brash pretend to be brave. I suppose words are cheap.
- How can crass tastes pass for class? I suppose wealth and taste are independent variables (more golden decorations anyone?).
- When did the small minded get the idea they have a smart mind? I suppose it’s always been so.
One more thought for the pillow: Was there no other order these two light rail lines could be listed in?
Happy Friday!

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