"Enchantments"

I thought you all might like to see what I look like,..tonight, and where this page is done,..at the moment. Shit changes. Yeah I know,..this is sort of difficult to explain.

I'm a Cat.

That, and I live in an enchanted tee-pee.

As "Baron Munchhausen" once said of a similar unlikely happenstance, "...this is precisely the sort of thing that nobody ever believes!"

Story of my life pal.

Normally I'm a cranky aged Negro ex-commie BL anarchist retired pornographer, and former radio crank living in Emerald City on Hudson.

This magical mayhem goes back to when I was a lad. Seems one day while wandering about Prospect Park in Brooklyn I stepped into a Faerie Circle. You know how 'they' can be.
Had a swell time with the faerie folk while there.

However I didn't quite get what they meant by "enchantments". They gave me a load of 'em. I think it was their way of being nice to a mortal.

Swell.

Anyway now, and then all that enchantment jazz crops up, and I turns into stuff. Angels, toasters, cats, ghosts or broken accordions. What can I say life is complicated.

More later.