Thus I start another week: mused, amused, and bemused.

Now, how to transform myself into an idiot savant  who’s only permissible functions are writing, running around Dreamland, and drinking beer?  How (?) , damm it!

I just realized: we don’t merely ‘live until we die’ .  We steal life back  every day until death makes us a rotten robber.

Somewhere out there  the Death Faerie’s eyes sparkle with my demise. 

Hunger on, dark sprite of ever-beguiling wiles. For, once again, I’ve found a way to slip like a thief into night.