WRDM is TWO afterparty

This is where things get weird. What the fuck is weird anyway? Do not tell me, or my readers, what is weird and what is not weird. You can not say.


I'm not used to K but I've sniffed some anyway. One large line took me away and now I swim with whoever is left in the pool. Not you. Not her. Not him. But the rest of those who flap their arms and dangle their feet over the precipice. Only they are left. Only they know not to heavy pet. Do not bomb, it does no good to anyone. Swim safely through the length, waddle across the width and swim safe. Swim safe.




Tomorrow makes me two plus. Time affects you the reader not...but please come back. Again and again and again and again.



I will be back next week with with with with with with with with with with