Hark...

eating well, no more dangerous insults, sleaping well, no back pains, no parinoia. hark ye harold sings about his terrible infatuation with spring time. Insightfull jesus came by with his possy of degenerate hispanic collective. not to mention the ignorant pop caucation. In any case, its fun to say, hello and goodbye in a way that explanes everything and nothing all in one sitting...