threading/network

A peacock from one of my temples was found dead today.

I'm distinctly not amused. That's my sacred bird.

But once the others calm down, I'll find out who did the deed. And they'll regret it. For the rest of their lives, however long that may prove to be.

( instagram spam. get used to it. )

Let's have a song today. Because I can't really be arsed to think of anything more clever to post. I'm sure you're all devastated.

And if this river don't drown me
It's down I'll mean to roam
For I'm a river driver
And I'm far away from home

Social media makes it really easy to do my job these days

It used to be all dropping eaves and keeping an eye out, now I just have to scroll through Twitter or Facebook or Instagram and there seems to be no end of love returned and love spurned. I do find myself more involved with the latter these days then the former - I guess it's just a sign of the times.

Love doesn't last for anyone.

It has been quiet lately.
Prayers for success. Prayers for luck.
Nothing that feeds my actual nature.

This era can be rather boring.