Casa Del Huesos

2.) articulate

3.) (don't remember)

4.) (don't remember)

What's the male equivalent of a corset?

I'm not here to talk gender politics I'm here to talk fashion.

There definitely exists a specific article of clothing equivalent to the corset, but made specifically for men.

A gorget goes around your neck, it can't be that.

Our next-door neighbor just got burgled today.

There's a rumor that someone "hung themselves" at the dollar General by the casino but I can't find anything confirming this except some really blurry memes.

Chris is singing downstairs.

Palestine, Sudan, Congo, and USA are experiencing human rights violations on the order of genocide, fraud, and treason.

And Chris is drunk as hell, happy as a clam, singing along with whatever music he's playing on the internet I set up at the house he's letting me sleep in and drag my mucky belongings through.

The world continues to crumble and Chris is singing in the kitchen.

I don't know if you necessarily understand all of the theory I'm working with here or the personal background I'm drawing off so I'll be as plain as I can. If I can, while still being concise)

Okay. 1st step multiverse theory, not so much sciencey "many worlds" (every choice creates a branch) but more theological/arcane/uh..High-path /ritual/theory -especially- making use of the retrocasting problem I've been working on. Like. "<I had once will have created>" a separate time-line (or maybe I planned the whole thing Idk) but in this timeline some arbitrary change was made to put me on the low-path here in this reality you and I currently occupy.

Step 2. Blending

The base reality I used to know definitely included marrying my hssw and siring some kids and a president Hilary Clinton nuclear winter. I don't remember a heck of a lot more than that. My son was a brat and my little daughter was worse. They were beautiful and I miss them.

So if that's the cake, how do I eat it and live?. If reality was altered in some forgotten future, that leads me to

part 3: Why the fuck.

I think, or I have become to believe, that I the things I'm supposed to learn in this reality ammount to some form of wisdom or discretion, and I have to wonder why that's the highest good I can attain when buddah and Jesus already mastered their respective crafts.

And finally, part 4: schism, destitution.

Does persuing the retrocasting problem lead to schizophrenia, or am I fated to live and die an empty life in persuit of some higher ideals that don't actually exist. Do we exist in a temporary universe, the creation of which, I am the catalyst? Or, and far more likely, am I reaching at straws to help me cope with the vaguest outlines of memories that never happened anywhere.

Stage magic is still Magick