Seventh Proposition: Tidying Up And The Reboot

The faltering stillborn presence of this is about to stumble back out into the light soon. My brain regrouped, time to plunge ahead into the wastelands of the miscellany inside my skull as processed by my eyes and ears and then regurgitated back into your brain. Just remember the rules for those out there who need their fact and fiction separated. Here the two blur together, fact stretched out into fabrication and stories sprung from a kernel of nonconsensual reality. Grains of salt are always fundamental and the foundation upon which the edifice sits all rickety ready to tumble over any second. Normal programming begins next Monday once I have built a little lead time with a backlog of entries to provide my security blanket. Until then, it is what it is. Against my better judgment, but under the sway of my vanity, "Loops" will begin then, in eight parts. Worry not. It has been completed, an ending of sorts guaranteed.