Mister Scribbles

Confrontation      I got bored with doing sequential and the alcohol didn't help a fucking thing, oddly enough. 

      Looking great is within the reach of us all!  Bling, various thrift stores.  Hair and face, God.      The essence of macho!!

     A long dead friend was at my side during a dreamwalk last night.       He says that as things get worse it seems unbearable, that as the pain and fear build to unbearable then it is all over, all clarity and light.      "Light", he said, "light we cannot see with eyes, for there is so much that our senses are too vulgar and crude to deal with.  You still live, and you have your task still before you".  He paused, and lit one of my smokes.  "We can't get these over here.  And", he said while eyeing me head to toe, " you will find that staying in shape is just a matter of when you felt and looked your best"!       I woke while his laughter still rang in my head.  Because of the unseasonable cold, I was buried in cats this morning who had no sympathy with bunnies in general and me in particular, and were demanding their breakfast.  Quite right.  I stepp...