30/03/2026
At March's Word Up we carved out a crevice of community in the evening of the vernal equinox. Be part of the next one Friday 17 April! The gremlin tasked with keeping written record of the evening was so overjoyed by the transition of seasons that they forgot to bring any sort of implements to do so. We hope you'll forgive them (even if we haven't yet).
Please accept the result of the evening's exquisite co**se in its place:
Behold the blank page! See the possibilities surface - like bubbles - restless into the wild
Take the brush of creativity and paint our dreams upon the fabric of reality
That which is sought, is seldom caught, and the chase is all for nought but chase I will, till an end is near and I know no fear at all
Tumbling, fumbling, drunkenly bumbling,
Your light illuminates all those in the room, but leaves you in the shadows
Don't tickle my belly
And I'll give you the moon in a cup of tea and the stars on a bourbon biscuit
Equinox is exquisite, just like this co**se
And this bit is about longing, really, as if the others weren't. We gaze at the moon and wish it was ours
Chim-chiminy, chim-chiminy, chim-chim chiroo. Beware of the fart that comes with a poo!
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