insiting on persitant colonial living like friends cutting off freinds from outside conntact so that those who desperately want in anothers pants have a chance without the threat of better outside influence. how sad it is the see your isolation in this circle like i dont know what is happening. and as life goes on it surely goes in the same direction you have taken all along. i have seen nothing change in your eyes reflecting from there to here like i use to be what you wanted. now is too much to waste in your little iconic clique of community standards even if you claim to be resitant can you see the acclaim and the lack of danger eminating from the music booming from your radio. "the same forbidden beat but the desperatons gone" ripped off like jazz. and now left with 2nd rate bi products of origanal inspiration.