mushinnoshin

Well, it’s just you and me. I’m sittin’ here with a bum leg, nursing it with a bit of the cran-grape and vodka, ought to go to sleep but can’t, and here we are.

I guess there’s nothing here but the static. And perhaps the flicker of passing signals from other lands our antenna catches when the wind hits just right.

I think I want a sham-wow. And a slanket. Oooh, and something Chia. Help Me! Mr. Popeil! I want it!

Wait, maybe I’m confusing my shamwows and shamans. Which one is the towel that soaks up all your bad karma and sends you off on cool vision quests?