Fun and determined. What shall we dredge today?
A friend notes, 

Tonight’s salad won’t contain nor belong to itself. 

Or 

tho commitment is delicious, to tell it so to its face = sucking up.. 

taking nothing for granted 

..we’ll leave the d.r. to the nothing-firm maligners = our foreheads are void just thinking that way, why? — as if adapting to a contest between decentered sets! 
Dioramas later 
soaking up positron equations I might italicize sex (our hobby and bent!) enabling us to commune midstream freely by the humming fireside. Yes? 

Yep. I’m not picky. I’m trashing anthropological-foam-bearing puffiness, that’s all. There. Chucked.