you’d think I’d remember by now
never to set stock in plans
(you’re only ever in control of half
the picture)
contingencies upon contingencies, blitzing away like ablative armor
plunging into the flashstorm of epics/ecstasies/elegies:
Apollo turning into Dionysos, five days a year
in furry Mecca
{written July 6, 2026 /
originally posted on Bluesky /
broadcast on Voice of Dog on July 17, 2026
(with thanks to Rob MacWolf)}

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