Wonderland or Not

It will be a come play with us, we see dead peo­ple, dirty pillows kind of night; so terrif­ying to think that evil could be stan­ding right next to you or even be you. You pray you are not evil or that if you are others won�t be able to tell.
The Village Parade pre­pa­ra­tions begin.
There are three …

I will be here even­tually to post something inten­tio­nally mun­dane, so as not to tax everyone’s squishy gray/grey mat­ter prior to the wee­kend. In the mean­time study up on THE GREAT PUMPKIN; there will be a quiz.
For now I must help with the design and cons­truc­tion of a widow cos­tume as I am atten­ding an …

I am the best judge of not so many things.
I am lost in a maze of books, papers, pics and pixels; it is fuzzy as to where I go from here. I’m drin­king blue­berry juice to keep my brain on fire, but it’s not wor­king; my brain is soggy like an old log satu­ra­ted …

Rosa Parks:
There is nothing to say that hasn’t been said.
To be cou­ra­geous enough,
to res­pect one­self enough
to stand up and say
I don’t deserve this,
we don’t deserve this
To unk­no­wingly( or not) start a move­ment
which would, at least, be the begin­ning of the end.
To be willing to �go there� des­pite the risks
That is cou­rage
And let us not for­get that …