Except for Ed Robbins..

Ecxept for Ed Robbins, it would have been quite simple. Yes, I know you have thought this. We are working, I might mind you. Yes, we are. Most diligently. Seriously, I do my thing, as most as I can. While the world is dying, and suffering, I think of things we can do. Try like volunteering in your community. Isn't that the ultimate statement? It should be, no matter who you are. I try myself, I make my difference. But it's no deal really. I mean, I love the stuff I do, and maybe it has an existential, sporadic meaning. But I'm not sure. And to tell you the truth, it doesn't really matter anyway. It's just about the feeling, which is quite terrible most of the time, but that will change, won't it? Yes I hope so. Through something. I'm quite sure. In the meantime, I'd like to tell you, that I've been dissed and rejected by most anybody, and that's allright. Given the contemporary standards of things, I really don't blame anybody for not knowing just entirely what they are dealing with. Who are we? That's new. Nobody has really answered that question. We are different, ain't we? I don't know. The more things change, the more they stay the same. However, I happen to feel, at the moment, notwithstanding the barrage of shicety commercialism, we are changing. Who give's a damn, if a fast food company advertises pregnancy. F'em, I say. It's more important to think about who you are, and not let anybody else excepte your loved ones get entirely caught up in that. I love's the people. I think its great to be you, and I hope that you will always. What the hell else is there to be? Nothing! Danmit nothing. Except something, if you one of those kinds of people who changes from one thing to the next, which is alright, at leas if you don't do it too, too, seriously. And seriously, I love you. And I can't think of any such anybody why they might be such a dog garned numbschice as you to read this column, but damnit, you made it, and to the reader, goes the spoils, so here you have it. There;s nothing, I reapeat nothing, between clever and stupid, and I might remind you that I know just how much that may be, living up here in the hills of... where? I will seclude all locational details, however, I will say, if you live in the heart of an urban metropolis, I am far away from where you are. And so I am writing the words of a world's uber ultru elitist urban suburban intlellectual. Yes I write from the country, but I know enough about the shicety city I live in and most of the shicety cities you live in to know the difference. Yes, I've crapped around In the lowlife of these towns. It wasn't so bad. I knew the gig really wasn't going anywhere, but I kept on. So anyway. Keep you times, thoughts, and something or anything else to you're feelings, that's what I say. Let's keep it real. Please. Thank you.