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This Week In Weird Twitter, Volume 74

On Sunday, we shall decide. Do we accept our overlords, or do we reject them? Do we embrace agrarian myths, or do we do battle against lies concerning lamp oil?

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Here we are, sitting in a crucible. On Sunday, we shall decide. Do we accept our overlords, or do we reject them? Do we embrace agrarian myths, or do we do battle against lies concerning lamp oil?

Most of us will go with the latter, for it affords us an extra hour of sleep. But in our more introspective moments, we’ll remember our Cummings, for he told us, “Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.”

The sun, the moon, and the stars are magical, but they need power. So we curl our lips and grin. It’s what we do.


We also claim our piece of history.


And we’ll never forget it. Probably.


The future is waiting on us, though.


We may have to grab it by the balls.


Not all our plans are golden, Ponyboy.


Probably. It’s pretty impressive.


If anyone questions, we’ve got a fall guy.


We’ve also got a plan.


There is a “Fight Club” vibe going on, though.


Also, a plate of shrimp.


Same.


Yeah, go ahead and repossess this. It saves me a step.


Why you want syrup for shrimp?


What you got against syrup?


“Why did you make me open my own syrup? Booooooooo.”


Again, same.


Maybe you tripped on a stair sticky with syrup?


110 percent.


Way less than 110 percent.


But is he doing donuts for you?


Nah, it’s endearing.


Talk about an apocalyptic scenario.


I’m so sorry.


But…


Never let them see you coming.


Never. Let. Them. See. You. Coming.


Also same.


Yes, we are. How is this even a question?


Goals.


Building blocks for goals.


Necessary steps for achieving goals.


Halloween is a state of mind.


Leave most everyone behind. It’s where our spirit’s born.


We’re plotting.


And keeping score.


We’re also deflecting authority, though.


Even though not everyone wants us to.


Nevertheless, we step up.


We experiment.

We dare to dream.


We invent, challenge, and adapt.


Setbacks, sure, they happen.


Then…


Once again back is the incredible.


And we’re bringing the magic.


Bathing in the sun.


Basking in glory.


Until the end.


But until then, keep living your truth.


Rage.


And reach for the stars.


Before E. E. got to the light, he informed us that “silently if, out of not knowable night’s utmost nothing, wanders a little guess (only which is this world) more of my life does not leap than with the mystery your smile.” He was fond of burning the midnight oil, and of being flawed. Really, it’s the only way to roll.