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Not sure whether or not he's hooked up and so therefore this message is almost like smoke, released in semi-readable puffs, to be read from a distance, but if the wind's too strong what good will it be? Of course, if there was wind I might not even be writing this. How very enigmatic. How mysterious.
The search for oneself and that ultimate purpose, if one is lucky, is a search carried out till the dying day. The search is the end, not the means to it. And like smoke in many ways.
That idea of getting out of the rat race and stopping to smell the poppys, is a good one, but let's not let it rule us. Often there are dissenting factors to consider.
Jim, who are you talking to, and what the hell are you trying to say?
Fair question.
Magee. Magee. Magee. Not to rush you across the country or anything, or to interfere with the time you might spend with parents in Houston (forecast for next week 95, 95, 95, 96, 95, 95), but repeat after me, "Mom, Dad, love you, not always, but in the end, however, gotta go, bye." Get to New Orleans, great town, fascinating, historic, culturally rich, there's the French Quarter, Garden District, St. Charles Ave., Uptown, Downtown, Bywater, Fabourg Marigny, Fabourg St. John, the Bayou St. John, Treme, Mid-City, City Park, Audubon Park, Tulane, Loyola, Xavier, see that guy there, sells crack cocaine, heroin, and marijuana, good guy, and that guy over there does the same thing but he's an asshole, by the way the forcast for NO this next week is 97, 95, 98, 97, 95.
Magee, can you hear me? Hey, hey, hey, are you listening? We need to get out of this part of the country and up towards that NY area where they've been having sex with the seventies all summer long.
Mark, Mark, come in Mark...