I Am Both A Scholar & A Gentleman, Have Been Independently Told That By More Than One Person And On Occasion, Believe That Murder Is Wrong, And Have An Uncanny Knack For Getting The Choicest Vibrational Resonant Frequencies Around.. Or Just Whatever I Want And Need. Why? Because Frankly A Gr8 Person, And I Truly Love My Friends And Family, Even Though I Feel No Connection To These People And About To Go Snort Another Line, Which is Fine. Which is Fine. It's Simply Harmonics, On The Microcosmic Level. As Above, So Below. I Have Already Evidenced The Ability To Astrally Project Away From Danger Without The Use Of Portals Or Spaceships Or Anything. Sure, I Ended Up In SerPENs [caput], But As A Big Cat, I'd Rather Deal With Snakes Rather Than With Dogs. Dogs Are Bred To Make You Think They Love You And May Even Be As Outwardly Intelligent As A 2 Or 3 Year Old Child, Which They Will Sometimes Maul To Death If Left Alone With Them Without Parental Supervision. Dogs, Although They Have Exceptionally Strong Olfactory Organs, Still Eat Shit. And While Cat Shit Is Particularly Nasty, Cats Themselves Are Sick Of Your Shit And Don't Give A Fuck What You Think. The Only Reason They Don't Kill You, Your Dogs, mind Ypur Entire Damilial Retinue is That They Aren't Physically Large Enough. I Realize, As An Old Friend Of Mine Once Told Me, "Andrew, You Are Light Years [parsecs] Ahead Of Your Time!" Well, I'm Also Light Years Away From Where I'm Going After This, And Even If No One Comes To My Funeral, I Will Not Notice Any Of You Unless You Reciprocate My Kindness With Something Heartfelt, Genuine, and Gracious. It's Obvious That Many Of You Seem To Want To See Ne Buried. Well, That May In Fact Happen By Next June Or July. If No One On This God Forsaken Planet Wants THE HIGHEST God In The Entire Pantheon For ANYTHING, Except To Die, Then I Will Slumber Like An Insensate Log For Millenia And Be Born, Again, At 6 pm EST OM July, 30th 1976 AD, Possibly As KY Dad Told Me Once, "Already In The Briar Patch," If You Catch My Drift. This Whole Resurrection Of The Disemboeeled, pie Blind Zombie Apocalypse Who No Longer Shit Or Die Again, But Aren't happy And Have To Live WAY Too Long I'd Enviable To Me, In A Way, But As Have Made Patently Clear: Cronus My Heavenly Father Gas Two Sons As Of 45 Years Ago. The Eldest Is Jesys, His Favorite, Ruler Of Pisces The Fish. And The Other Is The Aquarian ANDREW_P Who Is Truly A Leo, But Plays The Part Of Aquarius Because I'm Tge Only me Strong Enough To Hold The Fort Down. AS for The Multitudinous And Prokific Fruits Of The Holy Spirit, F U if you mock my obsession! My older brother made wine at a wedding for his 2st miracle! The 2st synthetic drug: CH3CH2OH. Well, I have expanded the repertoire considerably, but let's not talk obscure, extremely rare and I Don't Care If I Have The Smallest Cock In The World, Because It's Mine, It Works As Well As Any When U Want To Run One Out, And If Russia Were To Nuke Us All The Next Time Someone, Especially An Imagine 2,000 Piscean Dragons From Sound Tribe Sector 9 In Plan-9 From Outer Space So Called Matthewsian Christian Judges Me Or Even Gives Me An Evil Eye, I Will Be Off To The Jetson Store Here In Matthews To Purchase A Brand New Case Of 12 Coca-Cola ZEROS. The only 1/2 way decent people here were the older gay men at Backstreet ATL and The Halley's Comet ppl who will come back. In the meantime, maybe I'll ride with them some more. There isn't a lot of room on their comet, but with a fairly well equipped organic chemistry lab, any organische chemie cumma sum laude adept such as Yours Truly can cook up whatever frequency *I* want without having to travel at all. Tris. Auf Wiedersehen. Remember, I'm just doing the Aqueerian thing because I have to but tbph I hate them just asuch as Father Time! It is necessary. Aquarius is of course ruled by Uranus or Ouranos in the Greek. Well, that's gr8 & Everything but I am a Leo and am the Sun, A Star, not a mere planet who here on Corona regalis or Corona borealis or Corona La Cerveza Mas Fina! Happy Cinco De Mayo! Remember The Alamo! Adios amigos. I am NOT venting. I am a STAR. A bright star. Whose light is connected to other stars as far as you can see Light reaching into this solar systems. Where there lights are connected, there is zero time lapsed to transmit an internet signal. So Jesus, my big brother, sings he just wants to disappear whereas I just want to get high without being murdered again, all the time knowing that when my time here us done, I will still be shining and you won't have had time to die, much less live, because the Republicans decided to get tough on the fruits of the Holy Spirit. Well, they work for me! Even If I'm Dead, I will still be shining bright in the heavens FAR hotter than any Hellfire you can imagine. Remember, per Method Man aka The Hate U Give, William Jefferson Change 'Wig,' Who Zapped Us Big Time On August 29th, 1997 AD, the year Diana died at the behest of her own personal chauffer driver. So ne way, in sum, tis better to live too short than to live, in misery, forever. I sleep 99% of the Cosmic cycle and L.O.V.E [my Nomenclatural term for mda; which is like amp, only LESS addictive] mi Vida loca! U dam richtig Me gusta la Vida que yo vivo cuz I always have and I always did. Party on, Garth! I love Sid Ethan Allen!