I must treat announcements like ads, something not self serving trying to get to self. No more freak shows on bridges my readers, no more freak circus at the number Square on 14th and 4th either. Reflection is not for freak circuses. It’s for a self. All announcements will now be discussions of the past, happening from me to you, after the fact. When your eventual aim is like mine, you don’t play freak circuses. Never add when you have never inverted. Pick up Truth Somewhere I live today my readers. Here’s a look in the DEGENERATE mirror of love (Next, on dogs): 