Now that HallowThankMas is out of the way
Build a ramp across HallowThankMas, Oct. 30th to Jan. 12th, and let’s get on with the sacrilegious orgy of scrambling for last minute gifts, stuffing our mouths, and collapsing on the 12th Day of Christmas. I’m all for it. HallowThankMas curmudgeon of all time I am. Here’s a good plan. Let’s not exchange gifts this year; we will save ourselves all that money. Now the Christmas Fund can be spent on me me moi – completing the whole Season without Reason avec sugary-aplomb – as visions of stick-mice carry out Mexican Hat Dance on what’s left of the soul – dance on in our head! (/sarcasm) In other words,
Humbug!
me
A compendium of things that matter (or not!). Painting a picture of Life from a palette of wit, spit & fire. Sometimes using the angst bellow or poetry. Writing is cathartic. I mean to avail myself of its magical mushroom cloud. This neat process for purging life’s emotional and overwhelming experiences enables me to swoop in low to grab repressed feelings and fears and drag ‘em to the surface. This means one less person liable to go postal. Writing with a mix of faux fury & laissez-faire gives that kickass potential to restore & refresh a dowdy spirit. Sharing opinions and musings on anything that catches my fancy, including people, places & things, music, art & humor. Ideas & stories that’ll drive you crazy with frustration and a sense of hopelessness. Reports from things one finds under rocks and things purporting to be from out of this world. Yeah, things better left hidden, unsaid & unthunk. Maybe even some political shenanigans that can get you killed. So, sit back and watch me slash-and-burn some mental chains & dodge mind shadows. After all, it’s the dowdy legacy.. heh heh
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