| | This thread is weird, its like a bunch of guys drinking beer, sitting around a table, and playing cards—and there are these puppets, or for Luke’s style, inflatable dolls, that have Passion, Love, Joy, Desire written on their foreheads. Once in awhile an urge grabs a guy and he leaps up and punches the shit out of one of the dolls.
Phil,
You may not get my outline right away, I will need to deliberate very, very carefully, with lots a diligent study of Luke’s article, and damn, then I will need to ponder it over and over again until I grasp each and every detail and nuance and after days, months, and perhaps years (!) I hope to understand the whole. I will be sure to let you know when I have arrived at the absolute definitive synopsis of what Luke wrote but I don’t know if I will be able to come up with his brilliant brevity; my synopsis may be pages and pages, I mean, the subtlety, nuance, and analogies and their implications it could very well turn out to be an in-depth essay or even a book. Meanwhile I want you to know that even if you see that I post other things elsewhere I, in all my spare time, am working to fulfill your orders.
Michael
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