If he is well acquainted with lunacy, as we all are here, he would be more than welcome to join the feast. This is after all, a celebration for those of us who crawl through dementia.

We know it for the devil that it is…. yet we can no longer remember what it was like before we learned to stare the black dog in the eye. Tranquilized delirium is to run with wolves or howl at the moon in the vast infinite space of one’s imagination.

All is good… and there is no story… just reality written in cyberspace.

Pardon me if I return to the banquet, I was in a trance.. watching the Beetle King dance.

The beast was here all along…