Inkylon

Dear readers

We love Sally, she's got the spirit of the cosmic but sometimes she let's her twinkly overrides come before our mission. If you read the post of 2/27/15 you'd know something was amiss. Anyway we have the Chalice and are back weekly and full force. Fear not for fair Sally, we will not have her burned at the stake all bible style (see Leviticus 20 & 21), but she will have to answer the phone.
Sincerely
TMITH or The Man in The Hat

Now for a story

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls, Ask The Fee For The Toll Bell

Inkylon

Fresh out of ideas, Inkylon goes out to the edge of the city to die. He happens upon a talking weed growing out of a crack in the battered decrepit sidewalk. The weed, being frank, told and asked Inkylon, "Life is not fair but we do what we can with what we are given. Why are you so down, down enough to give up on the precious life bestowed you?  Did you receive a written guarantee of pure bliss and happiness? What are you expecting? I for my part believed I would grow on the edge of a swollen forest surrounded by other plants such as myself, but instead here I am surrounded by cracked concrete. On top of that every now and then some asshole walks up and steps on me like I wasn't even there, yet I spring back determined to live and grow no matter what." Inkylon listened carefully and said to the weed, "You have given me heart and I shall put you in my belly so that I will have your essence with me always." The weed cried out, WTF!*

With that Inkylon pulled the weed roots and all and ate it.

The moral of the story is, let others tend to their own business and keep your big mouth closed.

*or ”What the frankincense?”