*Running away to a tiddy bar to try to satisfy a craving that some wood nymphs elevated*

Wish me mindless intoxication yet a return to recoverable normalcy some day.

a blog is a blog, of course, of course
and no one can transform a post, of course
unless that post is a classic toast
of agrochick78 and celeste.

A quiet evening of blogging...

transforms into friendly chatting... 

     *blah, blah, blah, blah*

erupts into real hamsters...

culminates in unintended acts of criminality...

     Cleveland: Women are forbidden from wearing patent leather shoes, lest men see reflections of their underwear.

sublimates into absurd erotic visions...

resolves into a quiet morning of blogging...
transforms into…

*notforprophet looks on disinterestedly. he futilely attempts to remain dispassionate. he nonetheless begins a metamorphosis. he emerges inexorably as the Great Horned One.  he's ready to pounce and frolic with the wood nymphs! O, now where have they gone??*

was it deevaa?

or déjà vu?