still better than yours.
sweet de made me a new hat,
and it's almost the same color as my eyes.
no, really,
check the honeyed-olive-type teleport:
you can't even tell where one ends and the other begins.
expert.
crocheted treats for my big dumb head?
yeah.
i GOT they.
i love hats, neighbors.
that's a thing.
and y'know what else i love?
yup.
hallowe'en!
i started my costume making finally.
i have some headgear underway.
teleport:
hmmm?
no.
that's not cloth intestines.
what's wrong with you?
that's cheesecloth.
duh.
how else am i gonna get all funeral shrouded?
c'mon.
if you live in a fortress,
it makes some sense to assume you're probably a king.
...and kings wear crowns, stoopidhead.
indeed.
i doo-doo that hallowe'eny sovereign specter-type sh!t.
believe it.
***********
i've got days off,
and more to do than i can fit into forty eight hours.
then,
there will be tricky treats, treaties, truces, and tricky tricks, too.
and then it's off to minnesota for the last time.
uh-huh.
i'm on the run from my old life,
at least for the weekend.
the rest will resume a week from now.
it's all really happening, kids.
every last second,
second helpings and second thoughts,
second guesses, and second choices.
there is so much more of this than ever before,
and somehow,
i'm STILL grateful for the time i have been given;
never quiet, never soft.....
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