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Did you get or give into any mischief last night?

Only one more day of this sort of thing.

Managing time is an illusion.

The horror.

It’s a dream that won’t go away. That might be classified as a nightmare but often times one can hardly tell the difference.

The gateway to fine art is a paradoxical threshold. The bouncer works an arbitrary rope line with winners and losers inside and out. I’ll be getting topical for the next few days with a raised and lowered brow on the season.

It was a good idea to increase that philosophical distance.

We’ll never sell your information. Believe us.

It was a strange hunt but we finally caught the last one.

Never sorry for being two places at once.

Exploring an equilibrium of import and export.

Reading body language day and night.

If the conditions are not perfect, nature will look elsewhere.

It entered life like a toxic landmine.

It was just after sunrise but no one knew.

A title so nice, I used it twice.

Google will surely penalize my website for this infraction. Buck the norms, pay a price. Intended irony is fading away.

Caught the bounce and panicked. There’s always tomorrow.

The things you find when you are not looking.

Yesterday was highlighted by boring people making obvious mistakes and failing to accept responsibility for their ineptitude. There is little choice but to fly above and witness the carnage from a distance.

A butt will make this image soar on social media.

Can the space handle that mess?

Scurrying around and leaving a trail.

Fighting a fever and spreading it around.

It is a long, strange story. The bottom line is that I hit the art supply jackpot.

Double negatives and triple positives.

It was a double positive and we can still handle more.

Sorting through a balanced network.

The dictionary provided no assistance.

It is a short drive.

A thing of the past.

Funiculì, Funiculà.

I love when two moving subways line up while they are in motion. One takes a bit of a lead and then falls back. The relative movement can be exhilarating. One also receives the strangest stares from commuters in the opposing car. The social construct breaks down in these fleeting moments and something else is revealed.

I’m guilty of it myself.

Yesterday I broke a losing streak. Today I’m busting a streak for a friend.

It may not represent a statistical anomaly, but seriously, I’ve had enough.

Now it makes sense.

It seemed like good advice.

In time, it will all straighten out.

For a short time.