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CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON or HOW I LOST MY MIND IN ONE FELL SWOOP, LEARNED TO FLY, READY?

VAN HALEN/EXCUSED BEHAVIOR

The video is horrid, full of vanity and plastic, a great era of prideful swagger and silly and empty gestures of self.

We are all horrid, but not as a video.
Fine difference between what this band did for the eighties
and what the fine people that comprised the group do and did with their ideas
from just such a thought as their own culpable contribution.

I am not one to talk about that, so instead we can talk about God's part in all of this...
There is a vacancy sign lit up out front, what you mean you ain't got no rooms for rent?

(None shall pass!)

You again? You're becoming annoying, laughter without good reason, like War without cause, when Peace is waiting for you to circle back around and bring him along with this caravan of divinity! Let us join together all, let us look to one another for assistance. It is here, my friends. The truth is unfolding, let us prepare to celebrate Home!

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

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