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It brought the dear prehistoric scenes all back again, as fresh as of yore, Matt and Marcus, natural born lovers of nature, in all her moves and senses, and after that now there he was, that mouth of mandibles

Nostalgia should be paramount in your endeavors today; it is important to connect to the emotional and psychic streams that irrigate your vitality and creativity. In keeping with that, watch the special on T-Rex that airs at 8:35PM (EST) on the Discovery Channel. (Sources indicate there is a CGI promo at the end pitting a great white against a tyrannosaurus on a custombuilt jetski.) Don't take "yore" to be the Sir Walter Scott kind of yore; it's a homonym for the possessive pronoun: find "your" friends Matt and Mark, who I imagine to be two underenergized Tweedledee & Tweedledum mercenaries working for the Bank of America legal counsel, and take them to the gentlemen's club "Natural Born Lovers" on Nature Avenue. Don't tip unprecedentedly well unless you relish an intractable case of "the drip".

A caution: "mouth of mandibles" may prompt you to think of chittin-covered xenomorph jaws protruding at all angles like a Czech Hedgehog or one of those brobdingnagian telescoping K'nex spheres that hang from the atrium ceilings in metropolitan science museums. Don't be put off by that misconception! "Mandible" is an archaic adjective for a comestible -- something that can be eaten -- so the unnamed male here is merely munching on some goodies (ricecakes smeared with crystalized honey, a bleeding twist of red liquorice, too much gum). Take heed, though, as gustatorial overextension may disgust your observers and admirers -- perhaps that crinkly-coiffed [lady / gentleman] with the paisley eye-patch I see approaching from behind you? Well done, sir or madam, well done!