Land of Diskgrinder

After having done something fairly heroic. Maybe involving fire, or subsequent seismic movements in the underground: one complete rock grinds against another mile high piece of thing thrusting and pushed up plate tectonics. And me in a cape and tights (but not zentai) do the laser eyes thing, and all is set to rest.

Shaving and smoking. I got that down pat. Pat was pleased.

Going to shave off all my hair tonight. Down to the nub of skull. Because that's attractive. I have for many years, since I started losing hairs (one by bunch) flirted with the skinhead look (and even when I had the full head of sprouting weeds). As I have lost a deal of weight in the past two months (due to indian illness ) slim-lining with a lack of head-hedge will suit. I'll post a photograph through the loveliness of photobooth when I'm done. You know, because that's some kind of entertainment and a record for me in later years (happen this post doesn't succumb to pixel-rot).

If you think that sounds cool, ask King Midas. He's not laughing. His cock is gold.