dizzy from disdain

the blog of dizziness. I need money. I have been stashing money in my business for 18 years. I am told I am not allowed access to it now. My first step will be to quit doing my job. I get paid whether I do it or not. What is my job anyway? Boss? Yup. Maybe I can pick up some paying freelance work. Simultaneously I will commence to have an excellent time. I still don't drink or smoke, so it'll just have to be babes and bow rehairs out the wazoo.
Wahoo!
And baby-sitting (for free), i.e. playing with my wild grandson. CHild of Firee Skies. Afraid, like his ma, of thunder.
I fear nothing. And I don't care what you think

I will write the music I want to write and sell it to 6 people. Or more!

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