Somewhere in our world there must be some good news to be had. Read. Enjoyed for the simple reason that the news from somewhere is positive. Uplifting. Not war. Not atrocity. Not mindless obedience to some murderous "god" or 'supreme being' or whatever in hell passes for worthy of worship in these our truly troublesome times. Somewhere ... maybe ... there might be ... some ... HOWEVER you read the news or listen to the talking meat puppets on the telly and nope, ain't about none to be found. Anywhere. Damn depressing I must say. Not even America's flatlined President Joe can manage any good news. Oh well ... maybe next year which just so happens to be right around the bending end of 2023. Yes my friends 2024 is just two weeks in future. Getting close so ... how about we plunge right into Tuesday machine art and put all your worries in an old brown bag and dance like a deranged chicken all happy with the promise of new shit to worry about.
love nut -
craps -
collage -
battle for a red planet -
eyes -
lorna dunes -
so with a new year being a mere two weeks off, well, that means that Xmas is next week. yup, next monday is the big day so there's only six more shopping days until. you know ... Xmas. good luck kids get out there and shop like you mean it. 😐
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