A thousand circus mirrors cannot move a frown We are the real clowns And the sun rarely shines our way — Mark Kozelek

 After a harrowing bathroom experience, I remember the five-year-old me saying, “The enema is my enemy.” Potty humor at its most precocious.

 Brace yourself before you erase yourself.

 To paraphrase Nicole Blackman, I want to reach my hand into the abyss of Blogger and feel what reaches back. Hello to and from 2025.  Credo...