Everyone Ready... For THISTLE?

For Thistle and Seamroc?

In t-minus25 and counting down...!!!

Slainte!

Cygnus

Born To Play...

And THIS, Folks, Is What I'm Talking About!!!


Freedom.
Boundaries non-existent, save for the razor's edge 'twixt life and Over There.
And the perspicacity and physical prowess, nae matter number summers alive, to be the one who says "[They] exist here, for me. 'Till I move them, sure..."

And the gut to MEAN IT.

Slainte, folk.

Cygnus

Still Learning With The C-813...

So, Anyone seen a Red Sky At Night???





Hmn...

Me neither...

Slainte, folk.

Cygnus

Language Evolution

And A Silly Bird's Decline! hHAR!!!



Slainte

Cygnus

Turning 100

I Noticed...

The next post will be the triple-digit Premiere for Pagan Swan [yes, the title is, and has always been, a play on words].

So...

Well, maybe I should proffer the song that has been in my mind since the truckamping daze, and seems to pretty much sum up what I think about you caring how I roll, yo...



I'm not saying societal standing is not important... Well, okay-- I AM.

Why the hell we aren't all pursuing the soul-dream we are here to pursue is oft beyond me-- especially when I am guilty of not doing it myself, those hours I trade labor for green paper to do societal taxation things like insurance with... in other words when I'm working and wondering why the waste of life for existence.

I will be soon, folks-- pursuing Soul Dreams.

I'll be called silly. I'll be labeled irresponsible. A slacker; a DREAMER, even! [How DARE he!!]

But... I have learned to check that smarmy, oft-stupid logical-but-denying vocce of my own subconscious. That one that stops the majority of adulthood from achieving perfect bliss of dreampursuit.

Why did YOU let go? And, more importantly, why are you still clinging to the ground???

Slainte, folks.

Cygnus

predictable

Should Be Dosed.

E-Doe'd...
[um... some jokes, volk, are mine alone. 'member?]


The new one in my mind.
Because:

1. I do.

2. five hours and one spider... that's all the picture from c-813 I could muster.
NOT GOOD...

[gods, i never thought i'd say it like this, but...]Where's the BOB???



um... yeah. uh, never mind...

Slainte.

Cygnus

If You Fall...

Just Change Colors.
Seems to be the leaves' bent

Don't grow Mouldyor Shellfish
You could stand up, cast shadow, and provide compass for a friend
[UMPH! Seems we got one out of place!! Hi, Kitten!!! ha!]
Or, y'know, just chill with some greenery...

So, you know...
Leaf well enough alone to lay where you've fallen.

Or, um...

NOT!!! zheesh!

And, well, I figure no night would be complete without a fuzzy pussy in your face, so...
Slainte, Folks!

Cygnus