“I love
the friends I have assembled on this thin raft
they
have constructed pyramids in honor of our escaping.”
-Jim
Morrison
Dear
Lost Souls,
Week 46;
Day 317, 48 Left.
. . . they march by as an outline for our
lives and we are left to fill in the colors of our days . . . whether it be
with inspired brilliance or idle prattle. I offer you prattle!!
Yes, my
Mystic Malcontents, Cocktail Hour is on for this Friday evening. We invite you
to escape your midweek responsibilities as Contributors
under the spotlight of authority to come join our ragtag assemblage of raft
riders for another evening of sanctuary in the dimmer glow of Haberdashery
hospitality. Cocktails will be served beginning at 7:30pm; when our tireless
alchemists will be pedaling their looms to spin golden dreams born of your idle
whims. Whims will also be provided upon request. Your weekend begins at the top
of the stairs. As always, please feel free to stop by for a quickie en route to
your chosen Friday venue . . . or to linger indefinitely . . . indubitably . .
. and irresponsibly in the low expectations of your Last Resort.
Yours,
Greg
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