thoughts on ... I forget...

 I will forget to retitle this even after I remember why I wanted to type it. See, short term memory is kinked but it still passes to long term memory and can often just pop back up after the requisite tame frame. 

Or not...

I really can't believe how loud my old neighborhood is even off away from the park and school. The noise from downtown floats unreliably into the ears, on an off according to the win. Cars move down what seems like a quiet side street, like it's an arterial. Which I guess it is, as it's the only one that crosses the rails and joins the main road to the north, other than the arterial, at this part of town. Not sure why this is preferred to the main road, but at a guess, being able to get away with speeding is one reason. I hope nobody is too drunk to see the bus or I'm having a lousy night.  I keep thinking about moving but it's so late, I'm so high, and all ready for bed and extremely stubborn.  I won't sleep here twice.

For now, Phyllis and squat should be able to help me get a good night's sleep in spite of the traffic. Squat can help barrier and hide the bus from interest, while Phyllis can help push the drunks away if they veer at me.   Who are they?  Oh my goddess, you should meet them!  Squat is the goddess of parking and Phyllis is the goddess of traffic. Phyllis is a beautiful air traffic controller woman in the sky, image wise.  Mostly humanistic.  Squat, OTOH, takes her anatomy from her purpose. She has a wide stance, skin she can change color like an octopus or squid, and generous proportions in her her glorious features.  This is how she manages to save parking spots for you. She may or may not have two faces to see in two directions.  this may depend on her choice.

Well I think these two lovely goddesses and my own juju should keep us safe.  if not, there's me and my dog both have deep barks, and I can bark believably.  I also have a machete.  But damn it's noisy out there.  Now it's fighting dog noise?  This is making it hard to relax! Ok, trust the magic, Joe, it's been there for you many times and besides, this bus is part of my purpose, I feel it.  I really need to get more locks an closures going on before I can consider leaving it in dodgy places and going exploring or biking.  But for now, no intention to do that, I'm sleeping, eating brekkie, and leaving.

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