when the night is hot... being cool is a quality of time... some have it... that sense of security that installs the time on your vcr... just by shooting from the hip... like a desperado ok ... ... i mean who needs a tin star... but the manifest destiny bums... and maybe providence...after all that way to perdition needs an antithesis if it is to have any credit at all...
some say it can only alienate us from our environment further... to hope for a future... with a recursive groth rate or some enigma wrapped in a riddly wrapped in a mystery wrapped in plain sight... wrapped in gift wrapper wrapped in a ribbon and tagged to us personally... like a christmas present fallen behind the tree that no one found for something like 17 years....
something tells me that when i hear it said that nasa or some space agency claims that inside of 20 years we won't be alone... kind of like a clock tracking the volume of universe it takes life to discover itself in... some formula for green wavelength light compared to volume as a dimension with identity factored in there somehow... then again the smell of wet dogs and get outta the pool...

*being splits the wedge... like gold spikes virtue... or copywrite circles c...