7 cups deep there lies some sort of monstrous occurence

Here's to obscuring. Here's to muddying the waters. Here's to the drink that will sink all thoughts from here down down to the depths of forgotten memories. What's better, here's to confronting old memories in the present. Demanding appologies for wrongs long forgotten gets no one nowhere. Does that mean that it gets someone somewhere? Seek shelter. Seek warmth. Seek food in your belly. But do not seek ancient answers. Let bygones be. Let all things fall into place and, above all, do not make waves. Werewolves.

This bout of weirdeness is brought to you by Budweiser and the precedent of our dear friend and author the King, pioneer of honesty and mysterious messagery.

Please disregard this self-indulgent rant.

M.