I go out on Thursday night and I come home on Monday morning...

And so the Magpie's Long Goodbye ends not in maudlin vows nor somber oaths but rather an uproarious Temporary Autonomous Zone, an accidental coven, a murder of whirlwinds. Tonight was filled with much whiskey, laughter, wearing of strange hats, half naked ladies, wild bouts of dancing, tarot cards, smoke, and song. Amongst the 'armies of the night' I burned briefly with a soul of white fire... and all the Monday mornings in this world of sorrows can never douse its memory.

Welcome to the Work Week

Passing Thoughts...

There's a lot I can forgive from young couples walking hand in hand down the street and projecting their mutual devotion to nauseating levels of PDA. Sure I was young and in love once, but when they both decide to wear matching outfits it's too much for my hang-over addled brain to process without slipping into bitch slap mode. I don't care how deep your commitment to each other runs - matching outfits are tolerable only at costume parties and bank robberies!