Penned Raggin'

Writing an Escherian/Gaboesque blog that makes fun of itself feels like taking my skin off every day and putting my body in a washing machine. I need a couple of days to dry on the line and stop my head from spinning. I've had too much fun making fun of myself and started to take it seriously. Poor taste and bad judgement turn my stomach. See you later. Better quiet than quelle heure est-il?