crowssing wires

and so I slept a bit more (or something like that) and apparently skipped a day here and I wonder if it had anything to do with the anti-inspiration that comes from misunderstanding and attempted presumptive repression by those who would present themselves as free and supportive and empowering only to disembowel anyone who dares shine (Icarus was a woman, Medea was a man)...

so I returned to babble files for inspiration and regirgitated two and a half entries behind the candoor before coming here with the energy finally winding down to the point where sleep is appealing...

the work was completed a day early and I wandered through other projects for challenge and amusement and variety cuz all three keep a job an adventure... home is beginning to stink again so I pulled out the candles and hope...

the great news is I bounced around in life and words and had much fun with myself and not much else happening, so brief remains... hope life is fun at your end... nite nite...