I’ve come to the conclusion of pauses. The voodoo has dropped a mountain on me the last few weeks but I trudge on… bent double… like old beggars under sacks, knock-kneed coughing like hags we cursed through sludge (Dulce Et Decorum Est – Wilfred Owen). I have the remnants of the mustard gas attack making occasional nuisance. I fight the kaisers because the kaiser tries to roll me.
As it is, a couple more cloves must be chopped and the spice must flow so that the funky worm can return strong to the sands of Arrakis. Muad’dib, Mentats and Bene Gesserits prepare your Gom Jabbars and skin suits because time and space is folding to test your humanity.
So despite mixing references from Jimi Hendrix, World War One, Dune, and The Ohio Players, I am babbling, rambling but still in focus on finishing this vegan cooking show. I don’t believe I’ve let the internet cat out of the bag until now. It’s been a bit of a badboy couple of weeks given the stolen vehicle, the extremely rare cold, the bout of leprosy, diphtheria, mange and lava cooties. I’m estimating 2 more weeks to make the cold debut. I should prep the PR more but I’m more concerned about completion than hype. Right now, completion is one of the few things keeping the coco from going completely loco in the pressure cooker.
So boogie on, boogie chillen’. John Lee Hooker made a song for you so you’d best stomp your feet and make that juke joint jump. Wall of fatigue! Wall of fatigue!!! Intermittent verbiage assault arc-factor 1!!! Forsooth!