An acquired taste
6/3/2021 "Said too much" -- REM
Ah friends, still very tired today. I am never quite sure how to expand the circle, realign the interpersonal metaphysics, or tell people “I mean no harm.” By the time I get the bottle of champagne or the local brew out of the SHIMMERING-EVERCHANGING basket attached by bungee cords to the barely contained TEMPORAL-HYPER-BUBBLE, they’ve thrown down their pitchforks, spoons, drink’s glasses leaving their pets and children behind to distract me while they get some real firepower.
It’s a challenge somedays to be Con/Jur/d.
Dear Friends, Readers, Gawkers, and fellow inhabitants of this strange unbound, unincorporated country,
If y’all find something gratifying, annoying, stimulating, and re-educational in gate(less), please consider spreading the word to outliers you may be on a friendly basis with, or at least exchange goods for occasional services with, who deserve to be gratified, annoyed, stimulated, and re-conjured.