I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. 😀

Jaheezius Henry Christ. On a Pogo Stick.

Yep.

Cherish Loki was a friend of mine too. After we drifted apart (of the eternal one) I found myself with a realstruggle. C’est la vie.

I’ve only seen Hannibal once. I should revisit for clues to Mason’s remains.

wash gently. no peeling necessary. speaking of peeling, mason verger remains unaccounted for. i might be compulsively obsessed with this topic.

Assignment accepted!

Avoid all evil, cultivate good, cleanse your mind. This is your entire assignment.

They were pretty good! Tasted like carrot. The only downside was that if I peeled them they lost all their purple magic.

i don’t think i knew purple carrots were a thing. gimme the lowdown.

Ya, I’m super excited!

I absolutely love this.

I saw this on sunday morning at the movies. It’s gonna rock your wrist bands off.

“Total: Guns Turned Into Rainbow Firing Cannons of Gay Love by President Barack Obama” — 😂😂

“Nor is there singing school but studying” — love it.

I know about “not my finest hour”. Whenever I encounter Bureaucracy I am reminded that Hitler and company were eyeball deep in bureaucracy. It comes up for me due to working in health care.

This is by W. B. Yeats:

Sailing to Byzantium

That is no country for old men. The young
In one another’s arms, birds in the trees
– Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon‐falls, the mackerel‐crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.

O sages standing in God’s holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing‐masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

I could see how that would be a minor embarrassment. I’ve never been a fan of staplers either. Well, the staplers are fine it’s the staples I don’t like.

oui je suis

the struggle is real, of course.

there are so many unwritten rules on how to behave and too goddam many fall under the heading of, “if you really want to be cool”. these are the same people i went to jr. high with and their mindset is still there.