Ffolkes,
“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 ~~
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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.
PLEASE STOP READING THIS MESSAGE NOW.
“SCRAM!!!!!!!!!!”- Oscar the Grouch
À bientôt, mon cherí….
gigoid 
Today is just today any more than that and I will have to think on it…LOL Have a good Saturday mu friend….chuq
LOL! That’s good… I wouldn’t expect you to commit to anything too soon…
*grin*
Have a good one, whatever it is….
gigoid
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
Saints
day but
what’s in a word
huh.. but essence when iSREAL..
hmm.. the Blue Turtle kNows
and FeeLs the Blue
Turtles
gRains
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..
converse
etc..
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 ~~
WiNks..
i AM
A
FucKinG
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
left
heal
iS sTiLL good to go…
oN Halloween DAy..:)
Those who refuse to boogie
may suffer
consequences
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
believe
in magic
and AM magic2..
occult is just anoTheR dirty word for liGht..;)
That moment when
it all makes
sense
and feels
and you
cry for
joy
in iNfinity
that sMiLes
as wide more as A Blue Turtle FucKinG aLiVE..:)…