dear thomas drakn From retreat already regretting regretting 'not traveled' in this declination, I decline offer to be earth's

dictator. Please stifle joy, 'oy, our duty's done boy's, now we can get 'what's name'. I submit, I inquired self, to self, posing not with-standing previous pretensions, a rather haunting admission/question: Is it possible for (A) wo/man to step ousted the 'time' they were born in(to)?' Imagine (if u will indulge,) u hatched on Zeon, (or fought a sticky membrane bag for earth entrance) on, oh, a snowy eve the year of zeus 1 (b-a-no-matter. Unless allegoric to splinters). Extrapolating, say by assertion u arrived grown in the year 2000; saw two men walking hand in hand, kissing lip to lip, giggling, loving the loving (of being) life. Well, u be shock shocke shocked (bad huh.) But worsted, u would never comprehend ur year) 1 )morality mentality would 'gnash' all gears. Or simply dear: preconceived never leaps perceived, so how do u evolution perceived leaps' preconceived. I ask myself: Is it even possible for a 'society while in the society' to select an enlightened leader; or is it only (edible) to elect someone just like

Them).(& the writing. so 'pandect'; don't get me stared. can we talk later). luv, till howling: ur borther, Tristan McCloud, non-gender (except when self suited) interplanetary (temporally forever. HELP!) Dictator, warrior, parfait, playboy, drug lover & other unmeasured merriment 'things.(:--------------------(

Dear Tristan: Perhaps, Tristan, we spent too much time as shouts howling the earth to view the view. Luv, Thomas.