Weathered Porn

Today I went to www.weather.com to see about conditions for running when I leave work. On the web site there was link for Yesterday’s weather. While I can see possible reasons people might want to click on this link (I can see myself doing so), most people probably won’t bother because they experienced yesterday’s weather. Granted people travel and might want to know what it was like back home—whatever. I have enough problems grappling with time and space, my mind not moving in linear fashion like consensus living. I don’t need some trickster poking fun, making me think that all this time I really have been moving back and forth in time—and while we’re at it, between dimensions and parallel planets—when all this time the consensus tells me this is lunatic. Or maybe I do need that trickster. Maybe I’ve been lunatic rightly. However it is, I’m pretty sure I need an enema, a full-body enema, toes to head flooded and blown out so I can see clearly again. Thank you, weather.com for this insight.

This, from a manuscript I was editing: "Even when we reanalyzed our data with a definition of arousal relaxed to include Cheshire arousals…" I shall include no more so not to breach confidentiality contracts. I’m fascinated by this Cheshire arousal. Arousals in Wonderland. Sounds like a great porn flick. A Cheshire cat appears out of the ether, bare G-cup breasts and perched on a tree limb with a knob like a dick’s at its end. Good times: Using a finger probe. This comes from the same article. I am not a dirty girl. I just report it as I see it. News at 11.