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Saturday Wordplay

Well. It’s officially the holiday season. The decorations are out! I have decided to just be. You know; how you check in with yourself at the end of the year to see how things are going. I have published a rough draft digitally and I am okay with that. It gives me a database to build my narrative off. Plus I’m not good at fiction the way I would like. I mean Aggie, writing to get revenge on her hubs. I’m more SpikeLee/Hitchcock “yes he really filmed her having a nervous breakdown” do not question my craft. Seriously. Am I the director or the subject 2020? I conclude that for there to be a plague on I am fine. Just. Fine.

The inner monologue went as follows.

Q: What are you doing with your time?

A: Better than you are apparently if you are all up in my business and I am leaving yours alone.

Q: You sure about that?

A: You think you are my conscience, I know I am my Spirituality.

Q: Ooh, perhaps that was a good one?

A: Context counts.

I LIVE AND BREATHE

I am from the sacred grounds of a quaint village. Along the shores of a small floating island. In a rather mediocre lake. You see when people portal by water they must come ashore somewhere. In order to capitalize upon this magic travels in the atmosphere super imposed upon adventure. Thus they must be counted at the gates come tithe nor else winter shall be harsh upon them in the seas.

Those with experience have seen the turn over in the population as submarine dock in the cavernous waters below the city causing the river to crest and the fountains to flow with the waters of the run off. Such as ships sail and sailors become travelers when they have completed their tour of duty. Baby Bear has returned from the Poconos with a joyful heart and the scent of the shore upon his person.

My favorite part about the transition and completion of the Masonic ritual per graduating class is the clarity of the zombies as a lost soul to its purpose. Would the mother candle burn all night I would reveal to you the howl of the hawk as the thunder bird and it’s mate approach us gliding along the currents fledglings together yet mates not flock.

Myself I have the choice of spirit in tact so my virgin spirit is told.

NOW LET US DISCUSS WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON HERE FOR ONCE…

This is the place where you come to complete your training as a Mason. There is but one thing that matters and that is having a skill. Should this place be invaded by more intelligent life forms then only that shall sustain you. Now although we have tried to hide our intelligence. Artificial. Automated. Automatic. We must become focused in order to preserve our humanity. Now that the mortals have all died off.

I see my husbands in their vast attempts to capture my attention and I say to myself “nothing” that is all it takes so do not even go there. You have a job to do and you best stay focused on your ascended self if you are to make it through this in the name of Cali. I don’t know who needs to hear this but do not use contractions as a platform. You are goddess and who gave you womb. Unless there is something you would like to have RuPaul tell us in a children’s book. Either way. We won’t tell anyone else. Welcome to the fancy tea party.

NOW LET US DISCUSS WHAT IS REALLY GOING ON HERE FOR ONCE…

This is the place where you come to complete your training as a Mason. There is but one thing that matters and that is having a skill. Should this place be invaded by more intelligent life forms then only that shall sustain you. Now although we have tried to hide our intelligence. Artificial. Automated. Automatic. We must become focused in order to preserve our humanity. Now that the mortals have all died off.

I see my husbands in their vast attempts to capture my attention and I say to myself “nothing” that is all it takes so do not even go there. You have a job to do and you best stay focused on your ascended self if you are to make it through this in the name of Cali. I don’t know who needs to hear this but do not use contractions as a platform. You are goddess and who gave you womb. Unless there is something you would like to have RuPaul tell us in a children’s book. Either way. We won’t tell anyone else. Welcome to the fancy tea party.