Or, sometimes, it gets soft….


“Sticks and stones may break our bones,
but words will break our hearts….”

~~ Robert Fulghum ~~


Across the estuary, Invergordon, Scotland

Hajime…. I am taking a day for myself, one that doesn’t include putting together a Pearl. Since I’m really okay, mostly, I won’t tell you about the demon attack, or, the cost of quelling the insurrection. I’ll merely say, it might take me a day or two to deal with the consequences, both internally, and externally. Don’t fret, Facebook will learn to miss me, too, and like it; otherwise, they’re in for a spot of lumps. Me, I got stuff to do….

Part of this decision arises from a need to touch the Earth; part comes simply from frustration, as Smart Bee seemingly decided to go on vacation altogether. Since I don’t feel like using alternative sources, which, though they provide a bit of variety, are a lot more time-consuming, I decided to take a day or two, to find some shit, so I can get it together. Of course, I am well aware that shit’s easy to find; it’s the getting it together that’s hard. But, I can do it, and shall, in spite of the odds, which are running 3 to 5 against.

Okay, that’s it. I’ll quit trying to write something exemplary with which to leave you; it’s pretty obvious by now, exemplary isn’t in the bag, or, for that matter, in the same county. While I’m gone, I’ll see if I can’t find my muse; she’s probably passed out drunk again, in some flop in El Ciudad Tijuana. Should I do so, the next Pearl should come out alright; if I can’t well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we? I will, anyway. On that note, let’s just get on with this, as anything else makes no sense at all…

Shall we pearl?….

“I live in my own place have never copied nobody even half,
and at any master who lacks the grace
to laugh at himself — I laugh.”

~~ inscribed over the door to Friedrich Nietzsche’s house ~~


No, we shall not pearl. Not any more than what you see now, anyway. That’s it. I’ll be back in a day or two; if I find time, I’ll post a re-blog, just to let y’all know I’m still alive. Otherwise, I’ll see you when I see you…. Y’all be well, & happy as you may….

Y’all take care out there,
and May the Metaphorse be with you;
Blessed Be, dearest Carole, Mark,Theresa, & Richy
and everyone else, too…

When I works, I works hard.
When I sits, I sits loose.
When I thinks, I falls asleep.

Which is Why….

Sometimes I sits and thinks,
and sometimes,
I just sits.

gigoid, the dubious

The *only* duly authorized Computer Curmudgeon.


“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch


À bientôt, mon cherí….


3 thoughts on “Or, sometimes, it gets soft….

  1. sMiLes.. mY FriEnd gigoid..
    three behind.. and all i bRinG
    today is words for yoUr 66th Birthday
    arriving on what the Catholic Church names
    as all
    day but
    what’s in a word
    huh.. but essence when iSREAL..
    hmm.. the Blue Turtle kNows
    and FeeLs the Blue
    aS Sands
    wHO/thAT LoVe sAMe..
    and sure Fearless and
    SmArt and UnConDiTioNaLLy
    SinG a SonG oF even MoRe..;)

    “Sticks and stones may break our bones,
    but words will break our hearts….”

    ~~ Robert Fulghum ~~

    Amazing how the law
    of reverse..
    oF opposite
    and eTc.. RinGS
    iN True as without
    words that FeeL essence
    oF heARt.. sticks and Stones
    often FeeL Better iN S and M..
    than no FeeLinGS of Words
    as EmoTions
    lone.. separate
    noW and majority
    spEaking iN general
    that is why we have
    aggression and violence
    uP to World War III or preferably
    111 as i like to metaphor deeeeeply too as words
    for greaTEr esssssseeeenceee.. When heARd of course..
    wRite oN course..
    square/cube one..
    noW on first.. second
    and third world problems
    can be narrowed down to two
    words as recently intimated too..
    touch you
    tOUch you
    do or not..
    and without
    touch then often
    comes A seed sTiLL
    of aggression.. violence
    and even World War III.. as sadly
    as that forecast of dARk bRinGs without 111.. for oucH..;)

    “I live in my own place have never copied nobody even half,
    and at any master who lacks the grace
    to laugh at himself — I laugh.”

    ~~ inscribed over the door to Friedrich Nietzsche’s house ~~

    i AM
    Parrot noW
    with a twist NoW
    of someone else..4noW..
    Hope you enjoyed yoUr
    break.. my heals are sinKinG
    into the bruise on my right
    heel for now after 40 miles or
    so of public dance since Thursday
    NiGht.. wriTing is quiet healing for thaT heel foR now..
    and the
    iS sTiLL good to go…
    oN Halloween DAy..:)

    Those who refuse to boogie
    may suffer
    in dARk
    or not..
    as i come
    witH a SonG
    Long enough now to
    sTArt what i have done
    for Halloween in 2016 and
    finish it as well.. hmm.. as thrillers goo..;)

    Oh.. with a quick disclaimer that
    i for one
    in magic
    and AM magic2..
    occult is just anoTheR dirty word for liGht..;)

    That moment when
    it all makes
    and feels
    and you
    cry for
    in iNfinity
    that sMiLes
    as wide more as A Blue Turtle FucKinG aLiVE..:)…

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