is a ribald glimpse of a necromancer who trades-in his memory for three seeds, Father, Son, Ho . .
Nina, Pinto . . .
Shadrach, Mesach,. . .
Huey, Dewey . . .
Archie, Veronica . .

OK, he got the crabs and suddenly was eaten by this hinney-hole who mistook him for dungeness imperial.

Midnight moon-walking again, this time dreaming about life after 'tate straightening where they hung the jerk who invented work. Getting clear about the year so far is in progress but the forecast is all confirming and scratch what itches. In my imagination, each day brings us closer to the break-out so stop looking for indicators, mate. The 2022 vibe is mostly positive and today when I looked, it still adds up to 'roid and 'tate as the key and sorry if that seems locked but it is.