sentenced to be hanged: boys, get a trope.

 Horseradish and Tarragon,

maybe a Bay Leaf

makes everything so nice....

for a gathering of the mind and the matter.

In the elapsing, we observe the paradigm not so radically different, and after recent eccentricities, you would be hard pressed to point out any amount of distinction between the Then and the Now.

In the midst, have I too much anger?  Do I have, in the final analysis, too much take-out food?  A whiff of the old "sin consciousness", mayhap and yet I think the whole thing clinical, removed from societal norms, morality, being instead just a tapestry of tropes.

I still have questions about....

.....411.