#a portmanteau from that sliver of time between the great wars

[mumblelard]

maniacally laughing just saw a street preacher with a spanging sign of doctor bronneresque density consensually stripper grind someone who was wearing a vest made out of dead beanie babies or a babo shaped babo

last week the blue moon landed on my birthday for only the second time in my life. so much that happened between those two birthdays was an unwinding of everything that came before, and a lot of that hurt, it really hurt, but now i feel strangely untouchable. i may get one more blue moon birthday in nineteen years. i can't wait to see what this new era brings

in the last week, i saw the giant snapper that rules the bull sluice. i ate fried chicken and seven-up cake, homemade pulled pork nachos, and waffle house. i went to the parade with both of my kids for the first time in a decade. i talked to a good friend on the phone for hours. i laughed so much. i made a delicious pot of very angry beans. i slept with my windows open for the first time since spring, and i drank coffee on my cool breezy porch

it's been a very good week

(oh yeah, and i learned a thing about myself that folks have been telling me since i was sixteen, but i finally heard them, and i am still laughing about it)

[mumblelard]

my gremlin rules include a firmly worded prohibition against playing me leadbelly after dark