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I love myself

  • I love myself
  • I send texts that say "U ROK." On Saturdays, I send flowers with purple poetry. Thursday is game night. I hope we can get more intimate soon. I love myself.
  • But I love mystery more. The elegance of Moonday and the thrill of Thorsday. History in their names washed over by a sea of time and man's insatiable desire to imprint himself on
  • Nature on Time on The Universe itself! I consulted my Filofax & discovered I had an appointment with my tarot cardista on Saturnday. I sacrificed a squirrel (my chicken had made he
  • uristics inroads crossing a deep-boiling personal cosmology) to Legba and summoned Woland's old friend, Behemoth for a fanged gallop across the town's melusine moonbeam paths.
  • Who then invited Spite who refused to go just for her own reasons, I'm sure. So Behemoth then invited Leviathan freshly divorced from The Kraken! Forget politics, Armageddon is on!
  • Problem was, Leviathan was shocked easily, and every time he frothed at the mouth, Behemoth would counter with a swipe. They reconciled over a Moomba Mambo and flan at the Honeybee
  • Pagoda ruins. Behemoth drunk was one thing. Throw a drunk Levianthan into the mix & you've got a rain of ruin coming down on you. "But they're good tippers," say the sycophants.
  • This had to be the weirdest Disney/Pixar movie, ever. Mythical sea creatures, roaring drunk, tipping over ancient temples while they order more drinks. A deep sea diver aproaches,
  • saying, “I’m lost, where’s the Nautilus?” “Over there,” says the drunkest creature, pointing. The diver leaves, heading for the sunken Pequod. The creatures laugh their asses off.

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