E.T.

Pist presented me with ET. Hahaha.
How does a tall man spot these pieces in the road? Speaking of the road and for those who asked he rides a 2001 Screamin' Eagle Road Glide.
I've been on it and it's massive. A 49cc scooter is what I ride and never in the city.

My Familiar the Chapter 6

It's hot but I've opened the window earlier for some fresh air. The crow drops on my desk with a startling noise. He hops about for a few moments to right himself then glances at me with a body shaking sigh. We've talked about this kind of entrance and I've told him I think it's passive aggressive. I haven't admitted it scares me since I wasn't expecting him. I finally turn and acknowledge him with a stare.

Hi, he says sheepishly. He sighs.
How are you, I ask him.
He sighs. I'm OK.
We've discussed this exaggerated sighing and his "I'm OK" response always followed by more sighs. It's tedious. More of his passive aggression.
Glad to hear it, I tell him.
My wings are scorched and you don't care, he declares while kicking at a minute piece of dust so small it could have fallen from his feathers.
I roll my eyes at him which he really truly hates because when he does it to me I don't notice his eyes being solid black.
But I know what he's doing though since his brows flicker.

The heat is heavy like a wet nest, he says, I can't move out there.
Well, you're inside now so chill.
Oh, ha ha, he says, You are so sharp but I must attend to my deliveries.

He notices that I slightly shift towards him with attention. He loves my fascination the conniving little fucker. He never tells me who receives his deliveries or what he's carrying.
He rolls on my desk rocking with laughter.
It's really loud and unsettles the dog who creeps towards the desk as the laughing crow hops towards the edge.
Watch it, I tell him just as he produces a shiny red cherry from beneath his wing and drops it into the dogs open mouth.
Special delivery, he says to the dog.

Kris finally apologized

When I happened into her two years ago.
Changly: Da ego on da bish.

Mother & Daughter Birthday Portrait

Photo by Pretty Boi, Sean Baltzell.
TinkerBelle is in love with Sean. It's both cute and embarrassing.

While I was out - The Seventh Decade

I've become vegan and stopped eating sugar. It wasn't a leap from being vegetarian.
May, my birthday month, has been filled with adventure, wonderful companions, and much love. The best Bday month ev.
I've also been doing a series of interviews with sex workers in NSTL that I will publish here. In a bit. I'm really busy with splitting time in NSTL, Pist, with retired scientist friends, with TinkerBelle, pretty boi Sean Baltzell, A.J., that top secret music club.

Moments after the Tornado in NSTL, May 16, 2025. Video by Larry Gray

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The Bubble atop the Glass on the Fitchen Floor