Fiftyplussomething lifelong Ohioan (except for those four years in Indiana, but we shan't speak of that again). Third-generation Finnish-American on my mother's side, INTJ, Aquarius (Scorpio rising), semi-retired semi-pro musician (currently surviving as a temp), wanna-be shaman/magician, underdiagnosed autistic, freak flag flyer, perpetual student, metaphorical tightrope walker, and polypseudonymical aspiring would-be raging inexorable thunderlizard evangelist prone to strange wordplay (esp. bad puns) and odd twitchinesses ...
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(after all, that's how its author views it -- and his life --
in fact, you really should consider the author a work of fiction as well...).
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All bets are off, the cows have fled the barn, and Elvis has left the building.
Failure to take any of the above with an appropriate number of grains of salt may result in psychic whiplash,
and my personal imaginary psychic law firm says that that would (in its entirety) be your own dernded fault...