PSYCH EVALUATION CARDS

after the Meatfeasting and Sugarfesting of November......Collard Greens and other 'veined' green, leafy vegetables are calling out for attention during December.......send some tempeh and okra to that Fat Santa.....I think he's stuck in the chimney, after gorging on that tray of triple-cocoa walnut fudge brownies........Just let go of that boozy fruitcake and gallon of ice cream with fudge and peanut butter swirls, plus fudge covered peanut butter-filled pretzels, Nickolas......

Passing out for a mid-afternoon nap, I dreamt that Alton Brown and Aaron Heslehurst were co-joined twins, born face to face....and, constrained within a tiny cell, constantly chattering, willy-nilly......Then, I was lowered into their 'cell'.....asleep......awakened by a deluge of their machine gun verbosity........I was lifted by a deaf-mute Pygar, who transported me upon his wings to a completely silent cave, inhabited by elves, knitting by candlelight....... So 9 pm is really this afternoon, lost to dreaming......Now...what am I going to do with that!.....Maybe, only this.......Perhaps, I'll make some lilac-scented fortune cookies with strips of thin rice paper, with very long 'fortunes' wrapped within......

the fragmented X'mas wrap on the bland ordinariness of a cold December morning....after a night of abstract dreams......that, too drowsy, upon awakening at 4am, I was lacking the energy, if not some mild enthusiasm, to document in one of my Blogs......but, now, although I thought, then, that I'd remember all the details... later... they had vanished from Short Term Memory......Yet....the dreams, or some permutation of them, will surely resurface.....Nothing is really Forgotten, is it? It is the Purpose of Art to Remember the lost fragments.....reconstructed, again and again......... So....lie down, get 'comfortable', drift with the clock's pendulum's exactitude, close your eyes, then count down from a high enough number that you don't run out of space before engaging with subliminal roadblock processes to reveal what's ' really on your mind '....what is 'outside the inside'. Relax.....breathe out.....

the perpetuation of gender stereotypes is still going on........originally, men needed to have access to their weapons, thus  the shirt button configuration......so, I suppose 'women's' blouses would have evolved in the opposite......since they had no need to access pistols or knives.......the custom is as antiquated, but continues.....like men carrying bulky wallets in their back pockets.....still too self-concious to carry a shoulder bag....like women!

                                                                'MAKE IT "WHAT YOU WILL"...'   

 WHICH PROVOKES ONE TO QUESTION 'THE RULES' THAT SUBJECT CREATIVE MINDS TO THE YOKE OF CONFORMITY TO CONVENTION.....AND 'THE LAWS' THAT ENFORCE MASS CONGRUETY TO THE ORDINARINESS THAT MOST PEOPLE BELIEVE 'IS THE TRUTH, BY GOD'.....THEN INCASE THIS BELIEF WITHIN THE RIGIDITY OF DELUSIONAL COLLABORATION...