Influencers. Navigating The Grid is never a cushy number; or free of peril. It’s riddled with all sort of vacuous, two-brain-cells-and-no-synapse, insipid but nevertheless insidious creatures that will try to sell you stuff you don’t need, want or even fancy, and ideas that should have been dead and buried centuries ago. They will also try and instil in you a feeling of “missing out”, a state of being that seems to be one of the main transgressions in our increasingly amalgamated End Days Crapitalist so-called society. Try and ignore them. Sharpen your cynicism. Beef up your middle finger. Wear Orphic earplugs. And take a Shoggoth with you as a travelling companion. Oh, and a teddy bear. (If you are teddy-deprived you can write to us and we’ll send you one post-haste via Byakhee Express.) No one should be without a Teddy. Ever.
Weekend soooon come. Have a good one. To brighten it, as a bonus ball, have some pandas being extremely silly and terminally cute.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RLQiAqc1MI8

Open Spiral 2. aka The Bubble Eaters. These here be the Bubble Eaters. They eat bubbles. Yes, really.

Butterfly Dancer. Just like the Fish Dancer of old, old days, this one dances butterflies. Not dances with, nor she makes the little fluttering darlings dance. She dances them. And the butterflies just love it. The Sun, on the other hand thinks the whole activity a frivolous display of…fucknowswhat. He’s in rather a bad mood lately, poor mite. Never mind the Sun, though. I’ve half a mind to ask the swingy young miss to come and bloody dance me. I could do with a bit on mystical boogy-woogy.