The beginning of an adventure is so delightfully filled with the curious tickle of suspense, the going up the rollercoaster when emotions are so prevalent, so palpable that they spill over the blood brain barrier and tickle the flesh. And a perilous territory as well. Many a child die in this pre-post birth stage, you know? Like a child I'll treat it then...My friend moved into her own place recently. I know she is so stoked on it, stoked like the sun is to shine and it shows in her smile. That shine is like the rush of cocaine...or so I've written in passed lives, passed personae,,,left over moss that I remember. Anyway, I bless her ability to make the World and Her Cult of Los Angeles happy and with molten delight, with myriadelight! The codewords of a wild language awash in magic and aplomb.