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The famous French painter of ballet dancers (84 down and out) was prone to feeding force with bread crumbs of so-called life-changing moments, often in uncontrolled portions. Adding a grain silo of fuel to the fire is one way to leaven the stakes while keeping warm, but eventually someone will come along and piss cold rain on that ashen pile of perceived memories. Sunrise conspires with second chances as the adagio beat of oil-drums resumes. The material milking, kowtowing and tipping never end and it would take minefields of manure shoved down our throats to deplete the oxygen supply.

Anyone got a light?