Solstice 24. Once more, an all-purpose doodle will have to do for both the Solstice knees-up and the 12th Ash memorial. I’m all over the place and gigantically pooped, thus it makes sense to do things when I can rather than when I’d like to do them or (less importantly, really) when it would be proper. Have a spiffing one, do.

Sulking. As it says on the label. The small fry would like us to come out to play but we say nay because…well, you name it, we got it. The young Moon says “It’s all your fault, you ghastly cunts…”. The GCs in question are The Usual Suspects. May they perish horribly and spend several eternities in repulsively bespoke Sheols.

Love Moon. And what’s wrong with a spot of soppy fluffiness? The Shubniggureths think that’s well groovy, especially if contrived and managed by the clever GMCA Fox. The Moon herself is rather pleased if a tad confused.

Back From Leng 2. Given half a chance we would have stayed in Leng for ever and a day but we had unfinished business back in the concrete jungle so we went back for a quick punitive sally. And, yes, we did send the tutelary jumbo Shoggoth the requested chicken soup (via Byakhee Express, naturally).

Ghost Bug. Here to remind us of what is what. The brevity and futility of life and also its ineffable beauty. The near-impossibility truly to know another soul. The equivocal, ever-changing nature of “reality” and the utter yummyness of iced coffee. Have a splendid life.