Are you asking me?
I have no idea how this even made it into today's Scowl, but there it is. In Times Roman 12 pt (I think). So it seems that hope is still alive, possibilities remain and a bitter crust of malaise is beginning to crack like a perfect creme brule spoon-spanked.
Are you asking what is the point when every day is a deal with the pain-devil? The point is in Portland, the purpose is within and the hope shall rein supreme.
Sorry to go all crunchy-granola on you, but when the spirit hits.......
And the spirit will guide the right person to the right dealie and all shall be calmed.
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