Time is a 70’s song, floating into the future. I’m yearning to be yearned and learning everything I ever unlearned. A moment has passed but not here.This may be one of those bad decisions that haunt me but who could ever tell? Not the hidden darkness. By the way if it’s “hidden darkness” how do you know where it is? My thoughts are penitently thinking about Penaten cream. My thoughts are mocking me. Be not afraid of open spaces or closed minds. Flattery is the sincerest form of imitation. I’m going back to play “Words with Friends.”