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Today I feel like Happy Noodle Boy, and have the inkling to go pointing and screaming what my Curse Generaor says at people:

"MAY YOUR EARWAX TURN HIGHLY CORROSIVE! BLARG!"

Not because I am particularly angsty or anything...no, not at all.
As a matter of act, I am feeling rather giggly and silly...you'll have that after a night of baking cookies with a short blue-haired girl who hops on one foot and has lightning bolts erupting from her fingertips.

Yes, Kali incarnate, with a dash of Loki.

Monkey-poo peanut-butter cookies and Reefer Madness...good lord...

In other fantabulous news...

Beth Gibbons of Portishead will be releasing a solo album called, "Out of Season" on October 28th.

*bounce!*

Almost enough to spoil a perfectly fabulous day

I just read this.

Is it true???
Is the Temple of Lost Love really and truly painted over, like the rains washing away sidewalk chalk?


My heart is breaking...wraptboy and I were just discussing our plans to repaint the Death side of the Temple. We didn't even get to say goodbye...

This is blasphemy, folks. Plain and simple. I would be willing to bet that if that silly Tower City Amphetheater(however the hayel you spell that) hadn't been built, the cops wouldn't have even cared.

*sigh*



then again...

what we DID
it was amazing
and memories are lovely and painful all at once
as it should be
and nothing will ever ever EVER take those from us
and I have pictures of the painting wraptboy did get the chance to do.

If I had an Otesanek, he'd be stomping downtown to eat their heads...effing Cleveland beaurocratic nonsense...IT WAS AN ART PIECE!!!! An ever-changing tapestry of human emotions started out by an amazing artist years ago...

*quiet smiles*


I hope the Creator-guy, the original artist, is haunting Cleveland Police right now.