It's Called the Moon

• I notice I'm posting fewer posts. 
• Past Sunday and Monday evening I nursed no working draft, there is always a working draft if only to collect links, songs and poems, I never not nurse a working draft.
• I remember Egoslavian Holy Days by posting on the person's bday, 
• looking at today a year ago in archives.
• I wasn't here two days, who did I miss (nobody), catch in time (nobody), need remember until April 21 a High Egoslavian Holy Day (times two)? I looked last night.
• Last April 18, the gif above with nothing but the tags below:
• So fuck me well and true, bless and damn my in(f)ternal weather's devotion to stations.
• There's a moon in the sky.
• Spiral.
• Blog about a disquieting passage from Murnane's short story "Stream System."
• Lost Pilot.
• Truth to tell (finx, muck je): I'm reading, fuck my eye's ache, chimes again now and then. Slay me, to be unslumped, Lordy, I ruin everything.
• Power's resorting to the electric shock death, revival, see ghosts trick bothers me here at first, but The Overstory so far has earned my trying to get past it.
• Something zup (me), and it's not dark, or not too dark solely.
• Here, this is beautiful:

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