It’s the 11th Day of Distemper
The dogs will not bark, because they are afraid. The process of painting and mixing pigments of sound within your parallel universe calls upon a service from me to you. The rain will fall, and the mood is gall. Brawl in your circumference of water dents, or interfere with the mosquito man. Either way, the music will have justice done upon it. Shine a shiny star on the anger of the sun. One day, we will win, ONE DAY! That may be today, maybe right now. The sun will bring out the best in you, and electricity can no longer be harnessed in the confines of your measly cloud cover. Open a box of cereal and indulge.
Pessimistic attitude can kill optimism.
Stay well.
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Good ol’ CB needs a distemperment shot:
