Knocked Out

A few seconds ago I ran into wall of abstract space and knocked myself out. I am now floating through cyberspace in a state of animated unconsciousness.
Presumably what I deserve for attempting to misappropriate the Mystic Blade of the Mysteriously Missing Metaphorical Philosopher while drunk on the wild theological speculations of the Mad Monkstress of Lost Theoretical Theories.

Just Say No

Just say “No” to ‘saying no.’ This is my philosophy; this is my creed; this is my declaration of intent. This week anyway. And never think you can’t think. It only shows off your ability to prove yourself wrong.