All Saints Day.

I communed with a forest spirit.

Conjured out of nowhere, a creature of fairy dust and daydreams, from the City of Big Shoulders to the City Care Forgot, can you name the Genius that is New Orleans? The city casts its spell from decomposing rot and wish casting.

Catch a wish. Make a life.

Two wheels set two free. We headed toward the third star to the right, but only headed straight on for fifteen minutes. Today is All Saints Day. We attended Mass at Our Lady of the Rosary, where weddings are known to be celebrated.

She’s on a mission from God. She don’t know whose and she don’t know why.

The film will keep running until the film runs out. There ain’t no need to focus— it zooms in and out. There’s no particular reason for it. Everything is as permanent as a painting from the Iron Age.

Sometimes we count, but only up to three. How many angels fit on the head of pin? What is a fish below the ice? Some days are as slippery as eels in a feather bed. I drive that way to accomplish every errand.

Be the eel.

Then, out of nowhere, our date with fate turned into a tale of woe.

It didn’t end well, but it did end with jazz hands.

Then, we went to the Sweet Shop and shared a bottle of Big Shot. There are many flavors, but only one worth sharing.

Cream is vanilla. We split a cream Big Shot.

What is the most valuable ship in the world? Is it a ship of gold? That sure sounds like it would be valuable. Howzabout a ship made of diamonds? How much would a ship like that be worth?

The most valuable ship in the world is friendship.

‘Nuff said.