warmest regards

Mad­ness
is de­cid­ed­ly a per­son­al affliction,
though these days it seems quite epidemic,
to the ex­tent of ap­pear­ing apocalyptic. 

In these,
my wan­ing years,
I find great com­fort in books; 

how­ev­er,
my tastes are evolving,
as the cur­rent state of world af­fairs is suf­fi­cient­ly hor­rif­ic as to ren­der my brain in­dif­fer­ent to cos­mic horror. 

I look for­ward to re­turn­ing to a state of some­what normalcy,
but where IS san­i­ty to be found? 

It cer­tain­ly ap­pears bleak,
but hope re­mains alive amidst the com­pa­ny of friends and the com­pan­ion­ship of my cat. 

Warmest re­gards to all humans.
 
 

—rob­bie edmonds

Flom­mist Rob­bie Ed­monds would love to sit down with you and dis­cuss his the­o­ries of mind-swap­ping and time trav­el, but it ap­pears as if he, as his cat, just left to stop him­self from do­ing so … AGAIN! Copy­right © 2017 Rob­bie Edmonds.

MOR D’ARTÍCULOS  MOR FLOMM !

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