Happy serums that last.

I seem to be developing an unhinging grip, a floating, unclenced fist: my internet skills are not working as hard as they used to anymore. I can’t seem to find what I need when I’m on a website. Theres this overwhelming feeling of links, and words, half of which I don’t know do what?!

Happy serums are like happy serums. I like to get a sip every morning or evening. I sometimes wish it was something a bit more. Something I can actually hold, some being that would want to spend it’s time with me too. Something like Jack and Jill, where Jill sits against the haysack with her floral bandana, and she looks so radiant. Jack being the big – kid sweetheart would take his arms and wrap them around her shoulders. I hope to find solid things this year, where I don’t feel like its a colorful mask I’ve made so bright thats all anyone can see. Or the mask could be a bit more sombre with little, purple lillies on them strategically placed to hide blights. Some wierd clowns might hate the purple lillies but little would they know whats actually being hidden….