I had another nom d'plume here, and a few plumes were on display as well. Pretty peacock blue, and gecko green. Crimson lips with stardust shards. Nothing very exciting.

I smote myself in sacrifice. I've always been a fan of a smiting from time to time. It keeps a person humble and aware of the upper hands. "But didn't you just say you smote yourself?". Ah yes, and therein lies a mystery wrapped in an enigma; a veritable tootsie roll tootsie pop and no owl to answer the question of lickage.

If you read you might see a few bright feathers spinning and twirling, swaying to and fro on the upwind breeze of my blogs. Otherwise I'm just a few impersonal pictures of topical issues. Maybe a visual metaphor or two.

My current nom d'plume is The.Inc - if you run it all together it sounds like THINK. If you pull it apart it means The Incorporated - which means to take many parts and combine them into a singular mass. That makes me laugh.