From the cliff of insanity to find my mind again. Only to remember I never had a whole one to begin with. HEHE, but I'm happy at least. What do you want to do? I don't know. What do YOU wanna do? I want to grow pumpkins! I want to fly on the back of a phoenix (without overcooking my sausage and meatballs). I want to look in the mirror and say, "Fuck me, sexy." Because you'll be standing right behind me.

Nothing is really going on, but all's well that ends well. Granted the end is nowhere near. In spite of what the picketers would have you believe. Only change is hanging ominously overhead. Only as always. All hail the fire-bearers! Those who herald in the new year with unfounded certainty.

To clarify, there's a pigeon and a mule. They are nowhere near a bar, so don't expect them to walk into it. They are enjoying a long-since stalemated game at their Osage end table. Where are you?