I will be sick into your eyeballs

I’ll be 48 before long and I already disgust myself. None taken.

I know, just toying with the metaphor of a clogged drain.

I used to be a bit of a scold about grammar and spelling myself. A lack of style bothers me more nowadays. Everyone should feel welcome to play with our language. It doesn’t take a logodaedalus to construct an unglued apothegm, and we are all the richer for it; I am more disappointed by those who don’t try.

Counterpoint, messages like these clog my inbox.

God works in mysterious meats