cthulhia | a curse for the bikepath garden vandals

for every strike you took at someone else's art, may you thrice pay dearly for your artlessness. For every blow to beautification and comfort and trust you gave to my community may it also be done unto you thrice. When you can only thrive from respect of your property or creativity, may it be denied you thrice. Fucktard.

so,

hauntmeister, what if we secured the sculpture by welding it to metal poles, secured in a person-size block of subterranean concrete?

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Otherwise, a beautiful, if cool day to wander to the Diesel, finally finish the first "book" of Quicksilver (so I am only a year behind that crowd), and do a crossword with Tux. Home again to laundry, which took longer than expected, because PF started a load in the drier just as my wash was almost done. (That will all be over soon, though.) So I cleaned my room, changed my sheets, realized I'd put the featherbed on upside down (which is why bigger feathers were poking me and tearing the fitted sheet all this time) and cleared my rack for another bingo against my sister in online scrabble.

No time for NoCa open studios before today's Mini puzzle hunt, perhaps tomorrow after the Ramble. I hope the weather is as nice.