This came out of thenowhere putting up an infidelity story, and slinka putting up a fridge-magnet sillything. If my brain considered simple sentence structure as this flowed out, I think it might have turned out. Cest la vie.
I suspect that at some point I will have to attempt an infidelity koan. A rather odd topic, but one that it seems every damned female one of us has brushed against. In a way, I like that. Wickedness abounds my lovelies, a further assurance that the world is as odd a place as we’ll let it awaken to. As perfect example of real-time plot twist, it turns out that our house-guest won’t be staying as planned. She’s going back to her husband, she’s a married woman now, like she was eleven years ago, half my life ago. She’s put the ring on her finger. It’s that step into blooming unknown that I like the best. Forcing myself to put my foot down the dark alley that a thousand films have told me not to. Dare me, my darlings. It’s a pity she’s going to Winnipeg in winter.
Check out the latest insanely good inking by vagrantkid by the way.
Tonight I found a local has discovered me from Warren‘s journal again. A friend this time, someone I welcome. Readers trickling in, he’s the second brave soul that I know of to attempt a full read through of this unwieldy thing. He’s cementing the approximate two-hundred number of those who drop in here from time to time to kill time. Who are you people anyways?