Last night's sunset was a pretty gift. Eye candy to the nth degree. My favorite time of day. All possibilities seem endless and the cool breeze soothes what ails ya. I was standing at Windansea Beach in La Jolla California listening to the waves make music. Happy to not be six feet under. Happy to be alive. We can do anything. We just forget we can. Don't let the bastards get you down. Be the best that you can be and let all the extemporaneous worries wash away. Block out the negative clatter and just be. Just be. Chill the fuck out. Keep the burner on low. You are special in your own way. You are unique and life sometimes sucks ass but we already know that. So try to smile because it's good for your face. Much better than a frown. Frowns take many more muscles to make and they leave an awful trail. Our faces are our own personal roadmaps. Yes! Our faces tell our stories. They make us approachable. We can rewire our brains to change our road-mapped faces. We can breathe in love. Love for humanity and love for life. I appreciate you fine freaks. I love you and I don't care if I sound like a wackadoo because one day I'll be dust and I'll wish I had said this. Or-- maybe I'll wish I hadn't. Hmmm, I'm betting on the former. The latter can kiss my ass. Have a swell day wherever you are on this crazy planet.