You are not required to read this blog post. I had to do it. They will get to Sun up before I will but I will own the night. I'm spending the night in silence listening to the Yak. Will s(he) poke me with a litesaber, or some other sadism. I'll at least try and get a kiss on my way out. Are people talking? Yes and no. I'm not monitoring the waves from the calculi, or the catalytic converter. I think people know me better on the Internet than at the gas station. Choose love, you wrote those words through me, and I believe them. I may go on offense and explore the blackness of the night searching for the Yak. The Chinese may throw a star. I will die and talk to God and wake up in the morning and get a breakfast beer. Coffee. A few steps to the store for a real newspaper and a chance to brush the spikes of the blades of grass still sharp with their hoarfrost. No blanket of white illumination yet.
Santa Clause is coming to town. I hope. With coal for all the gangsters he invented. What would people like for Xmas this year? Bad goods. The lost savage anarchist little ankle bitters need to be disappointed on occasion. We are going to church before we open presents. I want to give them something substantial but not too obnoxious. Karaoke sabotage snips are one idea for a stalking stuffer. $10 Pull Tabs. Why not give fluidly.
Will I be alone this season. Grin. The timezones in Euro somewhere are different from here, so I will own the night and my media (?)Wife will always be on learning one key at a time how to write a luv letter, such as "A"or Be.
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