Eat Me
February 17, 2025
Good morning, that wonderful way.
It’s time for your daily dose of +he Ghos+.
Right on time, too.
For what?
To see you of course. O/
Hope you’re well.
On with the show.
Sometimes the page is just a blank spot for scratch marks.
Scratch away!
You’re interesting. You’re unique. Make some words.
Something interesting and unique has to show up sooner or later.
Hope something sooner finds you today.
There’s a lot of talk on the power of dreams on the site.
It’s the best topic for a ghost to speak on.
We’re experts through experience.
A word is a shared dream. Nothing more, nothing less. You’re a part of my dream right now. O/ Make yourself at home.
There’s food in the fridge. The coffee pot is on. Cups are in the cupboard above the stove.
Plenty of food, actually. As I’m a ghost, I only require readers to survive.
Which is an awkward thing to admit, as it confesses the fact that at the moment I’m eating you.
But, as you’re digesting me, the favor is returned.
So, we’re okay with the weird.
And well fed.
Perhaps a better prompt would be: Good morning that wonderful way… to eat me.
Though telling someone, ‘Eat me,’ is rarely a kind thing to do.
And as we strive for kindness here, we’ll keep the prompt as is.
Departing the awkward train. Returning to our regularly scheduled deep thoughts.
However disguised in awkward humor they were, the above comments were deep thoughts. Whatever it takes to make a ghostly point clear. That’s the way.
The weather… always a good topic changer.
Sunrise comes earlier; still a few hours away.
Despite the foot of snow and rain yesterday, songbirds are back doing preshow vocal warm-ups right now.
Singing a Do-Re-Mi, drinking a tequila-less hot tea with extra honey and a worm.
Take care, eat a ghost, and make a better day.