Never start a blog without giving it a title first. Shite.
You are supposed to formulate your message before you write.
I’ve gotten into rhyme lately. Not! It was just an accident.
Now I need another, just because I did one before, make it opulent.
Fuck it. I’m off on a tangent to my tangent. OK, there’s my title. Now I can continue writing this nonsense, and make sure it loses its focus. I wouldn’t want to go straight to my point without turning my readers inside out first, or maybe I don’t want to get to a point. Maybe I’m just messing with you today. I was about to say fucking with you, but I’ve already used that swear word, and I try to keep my blogs clean of such detritus. Except that I’ve done it again. Sex, seduction, sensuality, sedition. Err, where did that last one come from? I’m immoral. Some would say that – those who wish to impose their morality on others, those who destroy to rebuild in their own image. That’s my haiku for today: Morality.
And my stand-in muse has prodded me with another thought. Possession. (The rentboy is on holiday.) I’m possessed. Possessed by impure thoughts, obsessed by them, and obsessed with oppression – but that’s a digression. Can one digress from a completely pointless missive? Well, I’m permissive, so I guess I can. Don’t be dismissive! Oh, I’m back to impure thoughts. Actually, they never leave me, but I can be cynical about them, so don’t be critical, or optical, or hydrical. OK, I made that last one up. What shall it mean? I guess it would mean: of water. I can’t seem to type this morning, I cept tyring to type hater instead of water. Today I’m a water person, wiley old fire-water. Queen of Wands strangling her internal Princess of Cups. That’s my angle, or triangle?
Here’s the card of the day, freshly picked just for you:
V. The Heirophant.
Stubborn strength, toil, endurance, placidity, manifestation, explanation, teaching, goodness of heart, help from superiors, patience, organization, peace.
OK. After all that, maybe I have a goodness of heart (which I do my best to hide). In my lurid, lucid placidity, let me explain, or not. I’m externally a mess, but internally hyper-organized, externally a wreck, internally patient and at peace.
I am the duality of being human.
Or inhuman, or a deity, or whatever you think I am, because you have thoughts and opinions (which only few of you voice in your comments, or lack thereof). But who am I to complain? Come on, speak to me. I don’t bite, one bit. (At least not today. I just wander off on tangents.)