*TILT* aka Minor Self-Trepanation

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Battered. Not sure whether battered & fried or battered & beaten...not broken...shaken, not stirred. Untethered briefly. Snagged the line again. Started to spiral (downward). I know better. It'll be better when I wake up in the morning. This scenario, however, requires sleep. And as should be apparent to anybody reading this, the slee-word ain't happening quite yet. Instead, thoughts're skittering about like skeeballs on an ice rink:

Packing heat. Packing light. Packing tight. Wine. Whine. Tower of Yoda. Power of Yoda. Declination of Yoda(e/i). Packing fudge. Furballs.

I want to commission/own a painting/artwork depicting Cthulhu as the Tree of Life.

P.S. Happy Talk Like A Pirate Day!

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Yay (or rather, Yarr) for Veggie Tales Reference

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