General Manager,

Again..to reiterate, my retort seems apropos of nothing less than the mood of your recommendation. I simply paid you like respects…& would gladly share a property line with you; there is an education therein to be considered well-intentioned. But frankly I don’t see a viable point in the previous paradigm of shooting down all notions sustainable to hope & fascination. I haven’t yet doomed us intellectually. Perhaps it is the Good Energies fueled by love everlasting that perpetuate smiles o riff & roughage that I’d rather integrate into my baked fish & arugula salad, splay it out riverside on two tables & invite the likes o U an anybody U can stand sharing your space with & most o the remainder o these feely people here Geebusly DBISly. Still I will hold my previous post to be self-evident that all efforts of any one to attempt at novel intercommunication should not be met with purposeful reduction…blablabla…to a tiresome down-spiral devolution of moot & mediocrity…or so it’d seem.

Riddle 2U perhaps not riddle to me, indeed a phaser gainst menacing free radical in2 my brainstem; we are of hopeful men born of women 4generations under the warming lamp neath a consumptive-natured gun-toting varmint born o banking interests. Although I’m certain U WILL define it as drivel still I chose to use verse in lieu of common speak …because it’s the format I chose for DBIS back on sign-in day one. I mean this ain’t the neighborhood man, it’s a playhouse of ones & zeros…in the company of shrewd influence & rat-a-tat n-rolled all told.

You “say” peaceably. What do you “mean”, rhetorically.

& to be clear: Analyzation—NOT annihilation—is an inalienable human right. You write what you gotta write. Afford me the same right. & if biting wit is the rub, then rub it in all you want, brethren, but still it’s turkey to the likes o me …& Wavy Gravy.

Warm Regards,

Master Bastard