November 6, 2021

Building a new monster, by popular demand.

You might think this is the finest pearl
But it's only cardboard balls
Seamed in glue
Overwhelming technique
Done t' diligence
It's all happening from the inside, you say?
Done from the inside
Where it barely shows on the outside
It's remarkable
I think this is the best batch yet
We don't have to suffer, we're the best batch yet
Baked in special, we're the best batch yet
White flesh waves to black”. 
Don van Vliet, Doc at the Radar Station
In this long process of recovery and rebirth, there is work going on that can be seen from the outside. There is also an interior work and life changes that are also happening.  A metamorphosis of methodologies.  
What we have here is an opportunity, dare I say, a once in a lifetime opportunity to build a better monster. I know….many of you liked the old monster, as did I. But that clogged creature is gone, replaced with spare parts. “Cardboard balls seamed in glue…” 
But the sky is blue ( in my dreams) and the road goes beyond the horizon, over the ice wall, past the double rainbows to a land I can only imagine. We have the keys to the convertible. The top is down, and the hood is up and open.  Tools out.  
Some minor tinkering after the major overhaul. I am informed in a very real and physical way that changes must be made to prolong this show. As such, we have been making alterations to the script. Some cuts are deep and you may need a program to familiarize yourself with the changes, but many of you will hardly notice. And if the results are positive, then notice you will, as the run will be more than the measured walk that I currently am engaged in.  I am committed to the character, as I understand this character as if he were myself. I long to be kissed by fortune and held over due to popular demand. “

Nothing is so painful to the human mind as a great and sudden change.” 
― Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley, Frankenstein

Please allow me to confess, and get this off my bifurcated chest. There was a cookie, a small cookie, with a silly name, slathered in dulce de Leche. I dreamed of this cookie for two days, it being the last cookie.  Dare I break my self imposed hiatus from these temptations or simply misplace the manual for a short time?  “There seems to an edit in the tape, an 18 minute gap. He said it was his secretary Miss Woods, who through no maliciousness, accidentally turned off the machine for about 18 minutes.  This brief interlude provided sufficient time to consume the said snickerdoodle, so none’s the wiser.  Keep this on the hush-hush. 

OK. Nobody is perfect. I will own that one.  But for the sake of the long program, the small temptation has been removed, as I removed it. Truth be told I shared it with my sister, who made said cookie and Dulce de Leche.  It was delicious and the memory haunts me to this day.

 “It is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another.” 

 Mary Shelley, Frankenstein

It is amazing just how much closer I have become to my darling love. How fortunate I have been to enjoy her nutritious meals and love and encouragement. 

I recall the early days back from the hospital when she hand washed me in the shower, me sitting on a chair so I did not fall down.  

There is less of me to love, as I am about 20 lbs lighter.  The bags under my eyes must have weighed a few lbs, but they are disappearing too.  

And everyday, a few more steps.  Now the muscles and skin and other secondary concerns are undergoing changes, with some pains and difficulty as expected, but all of this is acceptable as part of the process to build this new monster. 

Please note, I am accepting friend requests, ( except the Soviet porn girls that Zuckerberg keeps suggesting) real calls, texts, bowls of soup, money, NFTs, bitcoin.

If I am tired, I will simply tell you, and you can come back another time.  

New slogan: Scars before Bars.  

Fun fact: New monster doesn’t drink.  

If you owe me $, now is a good time (living on 50%). 

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