Where I am Now

I was finally catching up in the blog/social media world when things got a little crazy last week.  Errands and appointments and responsibilities took much of my spare time, as it happens in the non-cyber world.  Then, as Saturday was approaching and I was anticipating that I would write a Grimm, I woke up very sick.  I’ve been kind of a foggy-headed laid up invalid since then.  It hit me hard.  Anyway, I’ll be back sometime this week to resume writing and attempt once again to catch up on things.

Thanks for your patience!

Peace,

Sage

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“In Difference”

Originally posted on SageDoyle:

It is natural but I hate it
this process and passing
as I sit by and watch
forced to allow its course
I want to cease it
perhaps to slow it down
I must deceive it
the worst of what is yet to come
and every day I notice more
and can do nothing
every day I say goodbye
yet cannot let go
 
Then I foresee years ahead
after all has happened
as the mystery of this time
foreshadows what lies before me
and I grieve what I see
regretting what is possible
although this end I can alter
for in truth if one is willing
there is the chance to change direction
there is the hope to begin again
however the purpose might oppose me
fighting is all I need to do
as I embark upon another course
emerging a better difference
though still I am burdened with inability
amidst my struggle to learn how

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 208: The Drunken Maiden’s Morning After

October 2, 2014

 

I realize I never finished my story about the drunken maiden.  It’s not a big deal or an amazing story, I just want to finish it because it includes an important message I want to convey to myself.  I guess I left off with how I stayed up all night with her while she was puking.  Then we both fell asleep on the bathroom floor.  When I woke I carried her to my room and put her in my bed, then I went to sleep in Pete’s room because he was getting up.  The story continues with the next day.

So Pete had gone off for the day and Cola was in her room/studio painting, sculpting, whatever piece of art she was working on.  It was a Sunday so I had to work later, but once Bogart and I were up, we went out back.  I was hanging out with Astrid while Bogart was jumping on the trampoline.  He can jump for hours.  That’s an exaggeration, but it doesn’t seem like it.  You’d think he’d get tired, but it gets him more energetic.  His medication is supposed to make him sleepy, but it only does briefly after taking it, or sometimes he just crashes.  And then it’s quiet.  And then I remember what quiet sounds like…

Anyway, Megan didn’t remember anything about the night before, so when she met Cola the next morning, Cola explained why I brought her home with me.  When Cola mentioned my name, Cola told me later, Megan said, “Oh my god, I left the bar with someone named Grimm??”

When Cola brought her out back, I stood and shook her hand, since she didn’t remember me and Cola had to introduce us.  Megan said, “Oh thank god you’re Grimm.”

I was perplexed.

She said, “I was worried you might be some kind of slimy creep.”

“I’m not?”

“Hardly.”

I took that as a compliment. I’m hardly some kind of slimy creep.  That’s good.

At that point, Bogart leaped off the trampoline and came running over, looked at me while pointing at Megan, and said, “‘At’s a girl.”  I imagined if the scene had been filmed you’d see Astrid seated while Cola, Megan and I were standing.  Then off in the distance you see Bogart flipping around on the trampoline, then while he’s up in the air, arms and legs spread out, you’d see those lines like in cartoons coming out of his head or maybe an exclamation point.  Then the camera would focus on us from an angle without Bogart in the back and you’d hear the sound of rapid cartoon running and he’d seemingly appear out of no where. Or you wouldn’t hear the running at all and he’d just suddenly be there saying, “‘At’s a girl.”  Bogart is very much like a cartoon character at times.  I think he sees the world in animation anyway so that makes sense.

We introduced her to Bogart and he said, “Wot’s she doin’ ‘ere?  Is she for me?”

Hmmmm sometimes I wish I could be inside his head.  Just for a day.

Then he had to point out yet again that Cola was “a bloke in a dress.”  And once again we told him “no masterstating.”  “bwahahahahaaahahaa spot on!”

Megan really liked Bogart, to the extent that I was a little annoyed, since I was the one who brought her home, I guess there was that territorial thing going on, even though I didn’t want her.  I was in the wings with Solenne and not in a relationship.  I was free to be with anyone, but focused on Solenne.  That is still our status, by the way.

Megan was feeling pretty sick, so I went to the store to buy her Coke and crackers, getting Astrid butts, wine, toilet paper, and cat food while I was out.  I also bought Astrid a candle that smells like cookies because she burns candles all the time.  She is so happy when you give her a candle.  It’s the simplest way I’ve ever known to make someone that happy.  I like to do that for her.

When I got back from the store, Megan’s interest in Bogart had diminished, but I think that was due to her hangover.  He’s the last person you want to be around when you have a hangover.  He’s loud, he never stops talking, he bounces around you like a dog-sized puppy, and your headache and nausea are aggravated when you strain to understand him through his accent.  He had been pestering her to either jump on the trampoline with him, or go have sex with him, or at least give him a blow job.  He told her that I have a blowjob girlfriend and he wants one too.  Ah, the ironically innocent honesty.

After she ate crackers and drank Coke and took more Tylenol, she showered and freshened up, borrowing some of Cola’s makeup.  Then I took her home on the way to work.  In the car she asked if we could go out together sometime.  And I guess this is why I wanted to tell this story, because I said no.  Typically I’d have said yes, if only to get laid or something.  I take her as an easy fuck.  But I said no because she also seems to be too much in party mode and kinda careless.  I’m done that phase in my life and I don’t want it back even if it’s someone else’s world.  And I don’t want to have to take care of her.  I want someone who can take care of themselves.  I like taking care of people, that’s not the issue, it’s just I guess I need someone who is kind of where I’m at in life, the phase I’m going through now.  I don’t want to step backwards.  Also, I struggle with my own ability to be responsible, and I often rebel against people, situations, and myself.  This means that if I am forced into responsibility by external things, like other people, and it’s not my own choosing or at my own pace, it could set me back.  I’m using psychology on myself.  Saying no to her was the result of self preservation, even if it was based on my superficial judgment of what she’s all about.  Of course, the superficial judgment was validated by my Gypsy psychicisms.  I didn’t say any of that to her, but I explained that I was interested in someone else.  She took it well, so I guess it’s not that big of a disappointment that she didn’t have a chance with me, even though I’m hardly some kind of slimy creep.

When I walked her to her door, her parents came out.  I didn’t like them.  In fact, they wicked sucked.  They shouted at her that she never called, and they shouted at me, saying, “what did you do to her?”  They blamed me still even after she described what happened.  They accused me of getting her drunk and taking advantage of her.  She said I didn’t, but they insisted she couldn’t know that if she was unconscious or blacked out.  I was sure they were going to call the police until they finally calmed down.  But they told me that if they find out anything happened, I’d better look out.  They also threatened that if I ever went there again or tried to contact her, I’d regret it.  Geesh, and I was feeling good about myself for being a nice guy.  After that I felt like an asshole even though I did nothing wrong.

And that’s the story of the drunken maiden that I haven’t seen since, and have no intentions of seeing again.  Bogart’s asked about her, wants her to come around to give him a blow job, even after he told her to her face that Megan was a stupid name.  I know that you Invisible Journal Reading People are probably wondering whatever happened with Bogart’s girl Ashley, but again, those details will come later.

My theme song for today is “Sunday Morning Coming Down” performed by Johnny Cash and written by Kris Kristofferson, because it reminds me how I used to be, just like the situation with Megan did.  I need these reminders to keep me from getting that way again.

 

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previous Grimm 207: Brief Boringness, Undulating Brain Waves, and Grimm’s Philosophy of Attraction http://wp.me/p41c99-13m

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 207: Brief Boringness, Undulating Brain Waves, and Grimm’s Philosophy of Attraction

September 27, 2014

 

Yeah I’ve been a neglectful journal guardian. That’s just the way it is. Been busy. This is my college schedule for my second semester back:

Research Design and Analysis I Tues and Thurs 8 – 9:15

Cognition Tues and Thurs 2 – 3:15

Psych Testing Tues and Thurs 12 – 1:15

Psych of Personality Mon and Fri 8 – 9:15

Group Dynamics SAT 8 – 4

As you can see, Tuesdays and Thursdays are my full days. Monday and Friday I only have the one early class, so I work and I can still go to Blues Monday. I have Wednesdays off, so I don’t work either, that way I have one day off per week. Saturday is my biggest day, but group dynamics is pretty interesting. So that’s my school schedule, then I have Blues Monday, then I work Tues, Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun. And I am supervising or in a less degrading way of saying it, hanging out with, Bogart the rest of the time, unless I’m doing homework. Then Pete, Cola, or even Astrid spends time with him. When I’m at school or work, one of them spends time with him then too. He still can’t be alone. I get a lot of homework done at work as well so that helps. Sharly lets me. She understands I’m occupied by Bogart in much of my spare time and don’t often have a quiet place. I go into work, fulfill all my responsibilities immediately, unless it’s busy, then once it’s quiet I do my work behind the counter. The coffee house days are not conducive to that though, but I’m doing all right. I also get my work done in between classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Anyway, that’s all boring content and I can hear you snoring ol’ journal o’ mine. Like I did last semester, I’m not going to do a lot of school talk, even though it’s on my mind. Because college isn’t my life, it’s a path to creating my life, and here with you is where I document the real stuff.

Right now I’m going to address random things. My name is Wall Grimm, and here is my journal segment of randomness.

WALL GRIMM’S UNDULATING BRAIN WAVES

1. When a man is embarrassed or his ego is shattered, it makes him feel like less of a man. When that happens to a woman, she doesn’t feel like less of a woman, she feels like more of a person who has met yet another challenge to survive and make her stronger.

2. I often think of Bogart as the Master of Stating the Obvious. So I’ve begun to refer to that as “masterstating” which makes him laugh. It’s a good way to point out when he’s maybe saying too much or saying something he shouldn’t say without insulting him. So long as he’s laughing, everything’s ok.

3. People always say live each day like it’s the last, and they think they are, but they’re not. Because I ask myself, if this was my last day on Earth, what would I do? Of course, the reality is you can’t just walk away from your responsibilities, so you fulfill those, but during those moments, how are you spending your thoughts? What can you get from those moments, the interactions with strangers, people you work for and with, and in your spare time, what do you do then? So yeah, if you can’t walk away from your responsibilities because it’s not truly your last day on Earth…well, if it was for me, I know for sure I wouldn’t work. But since I have to, I’d glean–glean is a good word–I’d glean from every experience and moment. Then, at the end of the day, if I wasn’t able to have sex or something, I’d go out with a bang after having myself a big wank.

4. The best way to get your point across when you want to say something that would otherwise piss someone off, but it’s important to be honest and confront an issue, is to compliment them or say something nice first. That’s called tact, and it can also sometimes prevent a punch in the face.

5. I was thinking of the various conjugations of the word fuck. Here is my list, which includes many but not all the conjugations:

Fuck, fucking, fucked, fucker, fuck you, fuck off, fuck all, fucks, fucksome, fuckerino, fucken, fuckism, fuckdom, fuckkkk, fucking asshole, fucking stupid, fucking idiot, fuckwad, fuckhead, fucktool, fuckisimo, fuckology, fuckologist, fucky, fuckasm, fuckation, fuckinterim, fucktastic, fucksome, fucktorious, fuckaholic, fuckaphobic, fuckment, fuckable, fuckagogy, fuckade, fuckility, fuckance, fuckard, fucktard, fuckary, fuckarchy, fuckatholon, fuckathon, fuckeneer, fuckcycle, fuckectomy, fuckence, fuckency, fuckeous, fuckhood, fucketic, fuckagon, fuckify, fuckillion, fuckion, fuckish, fuckitive, fuckization, fuckist, fuckive, fuckless, fuckography, fuckship, fuckster, fuckshire, fucktuary, fuckulent, fuckwise, fuckesque, adfuck, afuck, ambifuck, antefuck, antifuck, befuck, bifuck, circumfuck, contrafuck, defuck, demifuck, disfuck, disfucktional, exfuck, extrafuck, hyperfuck, hypofuck, interfuck, intrafuck, introfuck, multifuck, minifuck, prefuck, surfuck, infrafuck, retrofuck, superfuck, semifuck, subfuck, domfuck, subparfuck, obfuck, transfuck, ultrafuck, postfuck, nonfuck, perfuck, unfuck, refuck, epifuck, cofuck, confuck, confucktion, and last but not least, my favorite, veni vidi fucki.

And to end my journal entry today, I’m going to close with a philosophy. I’ve been seeing Solenne a lot lately, though we haven’t had sex or done much more than kiss. Cola told me that I’m afraid of virgins and she thinks that’s cute. I’m not afraid, I just….I don’t know. I won’t get into it right now. That was an accidental pun. Anyway, so I’ve been seeing her and it has made me realize the thing that makes me most attracted to women. So it’s a personal philosophy. My name is Wall Grimm and I have a philosophy that pertains directly to me.

WALL GRIMM’S PHILOSPHY OF ATTRACTION

This is something I’ve alluded to before but never formulated it specifically in my thoughts. But what attracts me most to women is confidence. Emma has always been very confident, one of the most confident women I’ve ever known. I thought Paula was confident, but once she started to reveal a little insecurity, and imposing it upon me, in an unspoken sense, to ensure her self-assurance, I responded by pulling away. I tend to be a confident person with random insecurities. But those things about me that make me unsure are not about who I am as a person or what I look like, they are more based upon my choices and actions and the expectations I have of myself to be a responsible, reliable, and efficient man. I don’t need anyone else to enable me to have that confidence. It’s something I get from myself and self-evaluation. Since I’m able to do that, I suppose I unconsciously expect the same from any woman I’d be involved with. I shouldn’t have to be responsible for how someone feels about themselves. I’m not that important. No one is. Of course, it’s nice to tell a woman she’s smart or beautiful, or whatever you think about her that would make her feel good. But that’s just a gesture and it shouldn’t be necessary for her self-validation.

And that’s all I guess I have to say today.

My theme song for today is “Three Little Birds” by Bob Marley, which isn’t relevant to anything I’ve written, so it goes along with the randomness I’ve documented. Plus I love this song.

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previous Grimm 206: Grimm, Bogart, Pete, Cola, & Gary Oldman (II) Go Camping http://wp.me/p41c99-12H

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“Renegade”

Originally posted on SageDoyle:

The worth of these remembrances
brings this world to a close
immaculate and cold within
breasted by time
all corrupt about and forced
amidst an all consuming vagrancy
this world you love and loathe
to call your home
It is not all that has been denied
by the cast of crafted intention
your concubine of wisdom
as you are encumbered by these thoughts
of those forgotten ghosts
when once I had been a renegade
and now have become this man
bartered with intention
and candid with the touch
of simple words
 

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I’m Back!

Thanks so much for your patience while I’ve been on hiatus!  I’m back, I just need a little time to catch up, which should take me a few days to a week.  If by any chance you commented on posts and I don’t respond within that time, it will be due to the fact that it’s hard to find comments that have gone deep into the archives. I will dig around and try to find them all.

I haven’t been on any social media, or in my email, but I’ll be going through everything and getting back on track.  I will also begin posting again.  I anticipate that, at this time, I will post on average three times per week.  This will consist of two Grimm journal entries, and one poem.  Eventually, once my novel is submitted, I may begin to post more.

Yesterday I finally completed revisions of my novel, so now my focus will be the blogs.  As I catch up and resume things as they were, I will set my novel aside in order to gain perspective.  Once I get back into the flow and impetus of blogging, I’ll go back to the novel just for one final read-through before submitting.  The read-through shouldn’t set me back in the blogging world.

On another note, during the course of the last several months, I have received more awards, and I’ve been debating whether or not to accept them.  I’ve decided that unfortunately I don’t have the time necessary to do so, and therefore I won’t be accepting anymore awards.  I will at some point write a post to thank those who gave them to me, and make the award-free status official.  Though it is an honor to receive them, I really don’t have the time.  It was a hard decision to make.  What time I have apart from blogging will involve other areas of writing, such as revising my query, submitting to agents, and then eventually I will begin a new novel.

Anyway, I’m back and I appreciate that no one seems to have given up on me.  Thanks so much!

Peace,

Sage

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I’m Not Going Anywhere…But I’m Not Exactly Here…

I apologize. I’ve been deeply invested in the revisions of my novel and have been having a difficult time returning to my blog with much dedication.  It’s actually been great for me personally, as I’ve been editing a piece I hadn’t realized needed so much work.  As a result, I believe my talents as a novelist are improving greatly.  I’ve always considered myself more of a novelist than a poet, yet I’m learning that I’m more talented as a poet.  This is a direct result of my blogging, and I want to thank all my readers for the feedback I’ve received.  It has benefited me immensely.  Since I’ve been blogging and receiving so many amazing comments and insight into my work, I’ve found the ability to draw on the elements and techniques I’ve used in my poetry to incorporate into my novel writing.  The novel I’ve been working on is now being revamped.  I had submitted it to a total of roughly under 50 agents/publishers.  Now, since it’s birth and those previous submissions, it is becoming something more worthwhile.

At this point, I’m thinking of how I need to utilize the skills I’ve learned as a writer through my blogging experience, and use them to market to an agent.  This has been my focus since I’ve returned from camping.  I’m completely obsessed with the work I’ve engaged in with regards to my novel, and it’s been difficult for me to devote much time to blogging.  However, I plan to be fully involved in the blogging world as I once was, very soon.  Currently, I don’t think I can commit myself to an exact schedule, yet I will be around, writing, posting, and just being a part of the community regularly, though sporadically.

Dear fellow bloggers and readers, it is honestly thanks to you that I have as much confidence as I do, and that I have been able to continue with my ambitions to be published.  Your comments and support have been invaluable and intense, and so far in my life, being a part of the blogging world has validated every part of myself that I have thought of as a true writer.  It has been the most incredible experience for me, and so I thank you.  Thank you so much.

I guess basically what I’m saying, in simple terms, is that I’m here, I’m not going anywhere, and that I will be back more consistently soon.  I’ve just unexpectedly become more consumed by my novel than I anticipated.  In other words, my posts, blog visits, and replies may be sporadic, but I’ll still be here.  Once my novel is ready for more submissions, I will post again regarding a more definite schedule.  Until then, thank you so much for your patience and continued support.  You are the greatest group of people, seriously.  You humble and amaze me on a daily basis.  Thank you.

Peace, my friends,

Sage

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“The Journal of Wall Grimm” 206: Grimm, Bogart, Pete, Cola, & Gary Oldman (II) Go Camping

September 4, 2014

 

Well it’s been almost a month since I journaled and I don’t have an excuse, but I’ll offer some up anyway. There were birthdays, which I never mention birthdays, but yeah, Pete’s, my mom’s, and Sharly’s birthdays are all in September.  Solenne came back, but I’ve only seen her once since she returned from England, because I just went camping for a week, which is what I’m going to write about today.  Also, I registered for classes, I’ll document that another day, classes start today, and I bought the books, and…yeah, I guess I just haven’t felt like journaling any of that. I never finished part II of my story about the drunken maiden either, but I’ll get to that sometime.  It’s not like this amazing tale or anything, nothing to anticipate.

All right, anyway…my name is Wall Grimm and I went camping.

WALL GRIMM’S OUTDOOR ADVENTURE

I wanted to take Bogart camping because he’s never been.  He pretty much has never done anything in his life. Obviously I figured it would be best if I didn’t camp alone with him, so I tried to think of who could join. I didn’t want to take girl friends because he’d just sexually harass them and/or fuck them.  I didn’t want to take my friends that are guys because I figured Bogart would drive them nuts.  So it came down to Cola and Pete, since they’re roomies, they’re used to him.  Pete’s been camping with me before so he was all right.  Cola, however, has never been and was reluctant to go, insisting she was an indoor girl.  But Pete, Bogart, and I coerced her into going.  Gary Oldman (II) came too, of course.  She’s my sidekick.

We had two tents, since we only got one campsite, that’s all that usually fits on a campsite.  I have an eight person tent which really fits about 4 people comfortably.  I think by an eight person tent they mean that eight people can stand in there.  Yeah, they can stand.  A tent you can stand in is pretty cool.  Anyway, none of us wanted to all squeeze into one tent, especially Cola who said it would be “really smelly because men smell.”  That comment baffled Bogart, he said, “wot?…but ya…but…ya…but….wot??”  He is irreparably confused about Cola.  C-O-L-A Cola.

This was how we decided tent mates:

1. Cola wanted to sleep with me because she said I’m the only one who wouldn’t try to fuck her.

2. Pete wanted to sleep with me because he said I’m the only one who wouldn’t try to fuck him.

3. Bogart didn’t care who he slept with, but he would probably try to fuck any one of us.

4. I wanted my own tent.

5. Pete denied Cola’s comment.

6. Cola denied Pete’s comment.

7. Bogart denied none of it.

8. I wanted my own tent.

9. Cola wanted to sleep with me because she wanted a man to protect her while we slept in the middle of the woods.

10. Bogart got confused.

11. Pete wanted to sleep with me because…well, because he’s gay.

12. Bogart got even more confused.  He either didn’t know that Pete’s gay, or he forgot.

13. I said I’d just sleep under the stars.

But in the end I slept with Bogart, leaving Pete and Cola as tent mates.  And there was no sex, because…

1.  Pete and Cola aren’t each other’s types.  They just give each other shit.

2.  Bogart’s not gay, but makes exceptions when he’s horny enough, though he’s too insane for Pete, and too young and insane for Cola.

3.  I’m straight, ’nuff said.

So that was the situation once we got to the campsite, then we set up the tents.  Pete was teaching Cola, and I taught Bogart.  Bogart’s not really a good student.  He’s impulsive and he doesn’t listen.  The tent was kind of being tossed all over the place, while Gary Oldman (II) sat on the sidelines, dumbfounded and shaking her head.  Then Bogart accidentally snapped one of the poles.  I didn’t have a tent repair kit with me because I was stupid and forgot, however I did have an essential camping item: DUCT TAPE.  No not that duck shit with all the colors and patterns that everyone’s making flower pots and neckties out of.  I’m talking the real deal, the stuff real men use, the hardcore adhesive used by the military in World War II.  You can build a fall out shelter or a jet liner with that shit, not just a wallet or a prom dress.  So I fixed the pole with that, but yeah, the pole was no longer pliable so we had a kind of abstract version of a dome tent.  Cola said it looked bigger than it should and it was leaning and crooked.  Bogart said, “like me willy! bwahahahaahahahaaaa!”  Cola said that maybe she would be his tent mate after all. C-O-L-A Cola.

Nobody ‘raised’ the subject of ‘tenting’, in a colloquial sense, though it would have ‘fit in nicely’ at that point, so I’m sure we all thought it.  I’m pointing out innuendo because I’m juvenile.

But yeah…that was just setting up.  We were there for a week.  Needless to say, it wasn’t my typical commune with nature kind of camping trip.  But we had a good time.  Bogart had a great time, so for me that was rewarding.  It feels good to be able to give him the opportunity to live a normal life, and not feel like a criminal or a patient, and not be considered a nuisance or a hopeless cause.  I’m sure I’m not the only one in the world who could be that person for Bogart.  There’s got to be others.  But so far, I’m the first one who has stepped up to the task and took it on.  And Pete and Cola help a lot.  We make a great team on behalf of him.  I feel pretty good about myself because of that.  And I like my collection of allies.  I tend to be a loner mostly.  I have a lot of friends that I never see or I only see sporadically.  I’ve always had one or two people that I focused on at a time and saw regularly, balanced with a lot of solitude.

And usually I get that sense of solitude in nature as well.  But not so much this trip, though Bogart had us laughing a lot.  One night we just did burgers and dogs for supper.  Mine were veggie, since I’m vegetarian, as I’ve said before.  Keep with the program, Invisible Journal Reading People, do I have to spell everything out for you?  That’s both a rhetorical and an ironic question, as well as it implies delusions of grandeur that I imagine invisible people are invested in the details of my life.  Anyway…

I digress.

We were cooking dogs and burgers over the fire, when Bogart’s hot dog caught fire.  And since he seemed to have only recently learned that Pete’s gay, he said that the wiener was flaming, “like Pete’s willy! bwahahahahahahahaahahaaahaa!”

I think I’ll just end there.

My theme song for this entry is “Oi Oi Oi” by the Cockney Rejects.  Just fucking because.  Oi.

 

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previous Grimm 205: Teetotaling Grimm and the Drunken Maiden http://wp.me/p41c99-12o

next Grimm 207: Brief Boringness, Undulating Brain Waves, and Grimm’s Philosophy of Attraction http://wp.me/p41c99-13m

 

 

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I Accidentally Lied…

Sorry, I said I’d be back after camping but I never came back.  I’ve been off the cyber planet all this time, and focusing on other writing, but I plan to be back next week.  Sorry I abandoned you.  I am amazed to see people still coming by though.  That’s die hard, thank you.  I’ll resume, reply,  and reciprocate next week some time, thanks for your patience.

Peace,

Sage

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Going Camping

I wasn’t going to post about it, but since I haven’t kept up as much as I planned with Grimm, and I don’t have time to write one today, I thought I’d explain myself enough to say that I’m going camping this weekend so I’ll be offline.  As I always say, I’ll catch up, and things will be back to my own personal kind of normal come September.

I’ve had a busy Summer, but it’s been a great one.

Thanks for your patience and loyalty!  Be back soon.

Peace,

Sage

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