TapDanceToilAndTrouble

my wit has turned into not-wit.

tour was sweet, though.

here is a link to the illustrious tour blog: [illustrious!]


plus!




ok ok ok for now,

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Zanzibar, thou art redeemed.

i am kind of tired of being so stupid. i'd like to learn a thing or two or nine.
are you proud of me? if not, you don't know the extent of my skills. there's not much i cannot do. unfortunately, bats are now extinct. they join the giant seashells, the giant sloth, and the giant birds.
[megafauna]
it's close/it's time to close.
shame, such a tiny thing never mattered to anybody with more than one eye.
but your boots are pretty and you're growing.
always growing.
i'm growing too.
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ok ok ok ok
so teach me.

please

Remarriage.

it is my firm belief that outlooks, in general, are essential to dealing with the muck and mud that sucks your legs up to the knees. they are, as most powerful and precious things typically are, made of magic. they seem to fill in the cracks in one's consciousness, cracks made by the constant vibrations of joy, or self-doubt, or cynicysm, or whatever the mood of the moment may be. they premeditate any attempts at rebellion.
right now, mine looks like an old silver teapot, not one that is whistling over a fire, but rather one that is proudly and quiety displayed in a cabinet or decorative shelf.
i'm in an okay place, you see.

also, my spine has melted.
don't be alarmed.

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