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Weekend Open Bar: Beyond The Impossible!
This is Weekend Open Bar. The weekly invitation to come and hang out, share what you’re doing the next couple of days. What you’re eating, drinking, smoking, playing, reading, et cetera. Et cetera.
It’s week two of the Empire’s descent into Trumplandia. I’ve been struggling to make sense of how to behave in the face of such gravity. The best I can think of, is to simply continue persisting. To continue doing things like typing up the Weekend Open Bar.
As a hero of mine opines, the most “daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured.” So so I persist, here, at Weekend Open Bar. Week after week, inviting likeminded folks to spend time together. Week after week, offering likeminded folks a space-oasis in which we can pass the time in good nature together.
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Monday Morning Commute: You Are Here
A boom, boom, boom, let me hear you say the World is On Fire and All Effort to Correct Its Faults are Futile so Let’s Dance as the Palaces Burn!
Can I hear you say it? Are you saying it? Screaming it?
Screaming it as your white-knuckled rage is consuming you, screaming and screaming and screaming. Screaming as your throat rips, as your lungs burst, as your eyes dilate beyond capacity.
Can I hear you say it? Are you saying it? Screaming it?
Screaming it as your heart explodes, as your moment in time-space rips, as the Void collapses in, on, around, within you.
Can I hear you say it? Are you saying it? Screaming it?
No? You’re just sort of sitting at your computer? In your sweatpants? A thick, honeyed malaise slathered over you?
Hmm.
Me too.
So let’s embrace this rejection of the rejection together. Let’s share what we’re enjoying this week, these enjoyments specifically designed to keep us from screaming.
This is Monday Morning Commute.
Weekend Open Bar: We’re trying to plug a hole in the universe!
Ah! A toast to the Elder Ones for allowing me to make it to another Weekend. I am currently caught in some sort of time-displacement, shuffling between the expansion and contraction of Linear-ExistenSpace. Weeks that fly by, while feeling draining. Moments that drag on, while evaporating at impressive speeds. But that’s neither here nor there, for the next couple of days! It’s the Weekend! And with that comes the Open Bar.
