That’s great, it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid

There are so many memories in my head and there not going away soon. I like them there.

World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed
Tell me with the Rapture and the reverent in the right, right
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam fight, bright light
Feeling pretty psyched

And I ignore it and I am not right.

But I do.

To concentrate on family, and that damn tool bench in the garage that my wife keeps harping on.

I think a Rolodex would solve it all

Or a bulletin board by my desk.

Or an upright vacuum cleaner

or a database index

Or pants with lots of pockets

Maybe a multicolored pen

Obviously I have no idea.

I would love to hear you opinion as well

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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