And today marks off my Cancerian thoughts of today.

I tend to be a little too earnest when I'm helping people and it's embarrassing.
Heck when I comment it's embarrassing. I'm going to stop tout de suite.
I'm supposed to be all mystic and mysterious dammit.
Why do I try? Why do I bother? Why do I feel compelled to do it?
It's not generally wanted, so why? Am I as thick as a banjaxed pox bottle?
The answer is yes. I gotta stop that slaps self with a rolled up newspaper

(I especially help, or try to, when it's about a subject I feel strongly about
and I recently got a slap in the face because of it)

I feel horrible, I do, so I'm going to disappear for a few days
to make up for being such a pain in the arsehole. Talk to you all on another moon.

Art posting will commence later.
sleep sleep sleep