Riefenstahl

[Michael G. Koopman]

Harold, your grasp here is so, well, twisting to conform to why we
listen to content.  It is like as if valley girls discovered bull from
alienated permeable "I love a'you" soils in their retained pools of
thoughts do'cin do the zen moment.  Such artistic content is certainly
reason enough to pursue fine slit & sand art forms Y it is even still
besides your way in confocular mono- or bi-nyuck-nyuck cooler vision
arity of n-forms of receptacle movement.  This fancy presentation
cow-shed in your forward thrust rocking towards reed dick-ulast intent
upon Hitler's grater moments is a Pynchon moment that colors my world.