A T-shirt and Tipping Point

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Rosie the cat.

“If your dream doesn’t scare you, it’s not big enough.” ~ Craig Lounsbrough

“The truth.” Dumbledore sighed. “It is a beautiful and terrible thing, and should therefore be treated with great caution.” ~ J. K. Rowling

“Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.” ~ Oscar Wilde

“Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.” ~ Mark Twain

Things of staggering levels of weirdness and alarm – have we come this far? Yeh, well, duh. I am referring to the national political scene. There’s a tipping point a comin’. There ain’t no doubt about it. There is a fundamental Universal principle at work here. There are forces of electromagnetic proportion. An assortment of goddesses and gods and angels have banded together to issue a joint statement to address the rising shit storm. Their message: knock that shit off. Listen, peeps. Y’all lost your wits when all y’all openly drifted into conspiracy territory. I’ve watched y’all over the past two years. Listen, folks, you have not friggin got what it takes to harness conspiracy.


That was more than I’d planned to say. Actually, I do not recall much planning at all. This stuff is toxic. For the first night in a week my sleep was apparently fitful. I use my hair as a gauge so I was not yet aware of that when I first awoke. What I did almost immediately notice was the upper portion of my t-shirt, above my chest, was damp. Why? That’s one of those things that I like to leave as a question. Sometimes explanations become cumbersome. My own life is nearly at a tipping point as well. I have no idea where it goes from here, and I am facing it alone. For now, who knows, right? Right. The good news is that I pulled together enough clean clothes for my day at work tomorrow, so I can put off doing laundry until Sunday. Progress can show its face in mysterious ways. It’s amazing what a clean pair of boxers can do for self-esteem. Or, make that self-confidence, k? I’m really in the mood for some clever word play but I ain’t up to it today. The respiratory muck is peaking, has been since midday yesterday. I ain’t in no hurry because I want it done right.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.

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