A concession

There is a small possibility that my dentist, (AKA Lawnmower Man) is not the source of all evil.

It is done. I feel very odd. Time for bed.

Post dental creative whatever...

OK. Still out of it. Normal service will be resumed as soon as I remember what 'normal' means.

So, tappety tap tap, the keyboard is my friend, and I'm writing a little dream which may shape up as a story, or may not. No point keeping it in my head. I might as well follow it down this little novacaine paved road and see where it takes me.

But I can only inflict so much self indulgence on my chums! I don't expect anyone other than myself to find this interesting, hence the LJ cut!

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Note to self: Do NOT delete this post out of embarrassment in the morning! The secret squirrel approach does not help!

PS. If anyone can point me at the backdate option, I'd be very grateful. My posts are all over a day ahead. Too trippy.