APRÈS-DANCE:
I must have spent far too much time with a certain Kung Fu Girl because that session with Mixstress Trish has been wiped from my memory logs. Or perhaps it had to be, you know? Wiped for my own security and for the security of others… …Nancy.
No no, I do recall, how could I not recall all 53 (or was it 63??) whacks of the paddle we did bestow unto the Birthday Binch. So, so, SO old; wasted & decrepit. Used up. A husk really, more like Katya than Trixie, because there is still yet a rattling of talent inside that previously tic-tac-toothed autoharp strummer.
IRREGARHDLESS: The playlist had me GAGGED, TAGGED, and SLAGGED. A most excellent mix from Sweet Sister Trish. They are a darling, pleasant treasure of a person, for whom my mid adult life has been better for having them about. Even if they insist on living far far away in some Americana Disneyland Twilight Zone, just tantalizingly beyond the threshold of a hellish plaguescape otherwise known as factually un-interesting Pennsyltucky, which is… you know… a choice. Just so near by. Convenient really.
O Sweet Trish, Our Lady of the Dish;
We pray unto ye, us fabulous Full Moon Feverlings.
Blessed art the fruits of thy Gossip,
and blessed is the fruit of thine labors: playlists.
You Holey Mary, Maître d’Schlock,
Pray for us, now and in the hours of our Zooming,
Amen.
The Testament According to Spotify:
SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2021
FULL MOONS: HANKY CODE FOR BRING OUT THE GIMP
SEASON: virgo 🌌💃⛓♍️
MOOD: shy, anxious perfectionist in the streets; leather cyber-pup bussy power bottom in the sheets*.
ARTISTS: Trish’s choice. We’ll just see what there is to see, if she’s feeling like letting us in on Alyssa’s Secret.
*The Safe Word WAS: PARAKEET.