Pervading

Last night, as it is in essence, I found myself the victim of what is now evident as the most brilliantly resilient temporary tattoo. I intend to use this as a metaphor for the individuals around me, those with immense personal contact with me. All around, a general mood of persistence exists within my loved ones, meaning a direct disregard for prior vision. It appears that experiential logic has been thrown out the window and that all things formerly unfeasible have been flipped on their fucking head, removed from the rotting slab that once was their resting place. A minor shift, mind you, but all the more genius when inspected, like digging the lice out of the pubic hair of some unfortunate sap who unknowingly bed the unclean in a solemn act of defiance. If illogical, I believe such an endurance is uniquely odd and miraculously beautiful, and is applaudable, yet somehow unlaudable, in the sense that prior conviction and restraint are respected by the wise for good reason.

Keep on truckin', though, and I will be back from Missouri on the 30th.