The way we are handling the Coronavirus is proof that we wouldn’t survive a Zombie Apocalypse. But hey! I had toilet paper but now I’m down to baby wipes.
March made me shiver.
The church bells are broken and the Scamvangelist has stolen the Crown of Thorns.
I have a sense of place for this old restless heart in my cabin in the sky.
My exile soundtrack: Dust in The Wind – Kansas.
Life is not a rehearsal, this is it, this is all we get, so don’t forget to change into clean underwear in the event.
Here I go again, up and down the only path I know.
I feel myself slowly moving East, silence and tranquility filling the voids.
I shut my eyes and try to recall last nights dream. Was it earth and sky or me being naked in class again?
Behind me a lone Mockingbird calls for love and waits. It is all the familiar sounds of my youth.
Venustraphobia, I didn’t know such a word existed.
Loaded for Bear in Big Bear.
She’s the Jewess in Jewess Overalls.
Sometimes when I’m watching the Rose Garden news conference, I think somewhere out there a village is missing its idiot.
I spend most of the day looking where I put my car keys.
I don’t think I’m crazy, but today I’m upset because my imaginary friend Dilbert Cokie is mad at me and won’t talk to me.
Exposure and Other Worldly Morsels 