Kwanzaa Testament 2010

Flock. My flock. How I have failed you! In recent days, nay, weeks, nay, months! how I have neglected my adoring flock. Nary an update, no, nary a nary. Not a hair off a horse’s hoof, not a bleat of a lamb’s breath.

No, I have said shit for about three weeks.

But I return not harmed, nor perturbed, nor even hungered.

Just fucking pissed off!

I joketh, of course, my adoring pilgrims of The PoxLips. Thy Father never sayeth a word in verity, be it under thine bovine oath.

(Aaaaaah, KEE-RIST. What a goddamn last few weeks. Let Me Not Get Into Grand Detail. LET ME NOT UTTER PROFANITIES AGAINST THE LORDS OF GI JOE).

Uhh . . how to summarise. Trip to Japan: uhh, how to summarise. Uhh, trip to Japan: Uhh, how to summarise. Uhh . . .

Words. Planes. Nice people. Okay people. Late planes. run. Run. Run. Bag slamming against calf. Run. Gate 34 C. Gate 123B, Terminal B. Run. Run, bag slapping against thigh. Pain. Run. Hunger. Gate A9, Terminal H, West wing, Run. Seat 34B, annoying seatmate. Sleeping pill, double bloody mary. Wake up. WAKE UP! Run. RUN! Gate 54H, seat 46C. Where sunglasses? WHERE $200 sunglasses? Call home. Wait hotel! Destination. Shuttle! Can chu-hai. Hot bath! HOT BATH! HOOOOTTTT BATH!

Wake up. Unhappy. UN. HAPPY.

Sleep again.

DO ALL OVER AGAIN AT 6 O’CLOCK IN REVERSE.

D O  I T  A L L  O V E R  A G A I N 

AGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINAGAINA

Home.

Merry Anything!

Major Konig says "Gott fürgives alles!" (The lying bastard, I will burn him first)

Sorry, no quote due to Stolichnitis

He grows an angel every single moment I see him