The Dream Is Sand In My Hands

 

:-)

 

Zurich

 I'm very sorry to hear Our Moz is under the weather. It's a shame that the YATQ shows, and the South American tour are cancelled. I hope Our Moz rests up and is up an about soon. Not really sure what all is going on in his life right now. All I can offer are my best wishes and support that everything turns out favorably for Our Moz. Get well soon.

Dream On

 It's Sunday afternoon on January 14th. It is a brutally cold winter day here in the barren tundra known as my so-called life. I was looking forward to watching the Steelers playoff game versus Buffalo, but it has been cancelled by a major winter storm. I can't go outside, so here I sit.

I thought I would relate a dream I had last week because nothing in my life is very interesting, but I do have some odd dreams. It was relatively short and was right before I woke up, so I remembered it. I was at a Morrissey concert. The concert was in a church, and I was in the third row of the pews. It was the last song of the show before the encore. It was Morrissey from 1984 dressed in all white wearing those brown horned rimmed glasses. It was not The Smiths because present day Boz Boorer was the guitar player. I can't remember anyone else in the band but Boz. Morrissey sang "Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others".  As soon as the song was over, he left the stage and went over and sat in the first row of the pews on the left side of the stage with Boz. He started looking at an iPad and was engrossed in whatever he was doing. I turned my head for a second to look around the church at the crowd. I turned back and Our Moz was gone. I was sad that we weren't going to have an encore, and then at that moment I woke up. Back to reality, unfortunately the delights of going to work were calling. Ah yes, the mundane life of Harrison.

In news from the real world. Our Moz has posted several photos of him in Paris. I wonder why he is in Paris? Do you think he could be "Throwing his arms around Paris"? Well anyways he looks content at being in La Ville Lumier. Au revoir.

Kick 'em When They're down

 Beati qui persecutionem patiuntur propter iustitiam quoniam ipsorum est regnum caelorum.

A Crowd Has Gathered In Black And White

 

I've come to wish you an unhappy New Year. Seriously though, I want to wish Our Moz a very healthy and prosperous New Year. I hope the YATQ shows are spectacular. Here is a gem from Langston Hughes.

Dreams

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

 

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

Gros Nez Qui Sait

Good evening and welcome to my world. My name is Simpatico Braciere. I am the self-acclaimed genius behind the latest internet sensation and modern dadaism known as Sororité Recherché. A little bit about my background: I have been classically trained in critical thinking at the Mayo Clinic. Not the famous Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota, but the Duke's Mayo Clinic in Greenville, South Carolina. They really taught me how to mix my metaphors there and also, I can make a mean batch of mayonnaise. When you read the hyper exciting text of Sororité Recherché you can see my vision shining through.

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I am glad I was able to introduce myself to the readers of this new craze that is sweeping the nation. It is very hard being humble when I know my brain power soars well above the average reader. I can understand most people will not understand much of the material because of the eclectic content. The fact that I can at least present such exciting topics to the masses puts me on par with James Joyce, T. S. Eliot and Oscar Wilde. If anyone can spare a dollar or two, they are threatening to evict me because as you know with great intellect, it may not mean great financial rewards.