Scratch that. Reverse it.

So here's my ideas for today.
Some are still pending.

Walking In Shadows and Los Sauces.
I'm going to try keeping 'blogging' on WIS and archive YouTube videos on LS.
That should keep things sorted out. But, it will have to be tested before it can be implemented permanently.
So, bear through that confusing first part; things get crazier from here on out, hopefully just more organized.

Why are Master Legend and Tothian the way they are?
I've got my theories; none of them make any sense.
You see, Christians tell me there is no such things as ghosts.
I don't know what to say to this. I simply must not exist to them.
Are ghosts the same as spirits?
Are spirits the same as souls?
Are souls reflections of ourselves?
Or some mental diagram of what we were?
Angels..? Angels?
Seriously?
...
Are they something 'higher' with some elevated status in the cosmos?
Aren't they still spirits of some sort?
Ah. Sorry. I'm boring you.
Whatever.
I'm Agent Reverend.
I can do what I want.
No homo.

Face facts.
I am a ghost.
I am a ghost in a body.
I am a ghost in a body in a rocket orbiting the Earth.
I'm a total frickin' ROCKSTAR FROM MARS!
WINNING!

Real estate in Florida is tempting.
There's a nice piece of land that I could acquire with little maneuvering and cost.
I have two concerns.
One, Malvado.
Florida is The Gorilla's Domain.
If I step on his toes, I can assume I will find myself under fecal fire.
They do that, you know.
You know.
Throw their poo.
Yeah.
Floridians.
Heh.
They throw their poo.

My other concern?
Landscaping.

What?
Oh. Master Legend lives in Florida?
Yep. He sure does.
Plenny of here-owes down'n Flor'da.
And?
I'm worried about flagstone, edging, and tree removal.
Although, this last item is hotly debated.
I do not wish to harm the trees.
You don't get it.
That's fine.
One day, it may be too late.
And you'll be eaten by some sort of tree/plant thing.
I digress.
Remember when I said they must think I don't exist?
I like being below the radar.
I play games too.
Mind games.

You did a really spot on job, White Skull.
I don't want to blabber about particulars, cause we all know I could go on about nothing for 30 minutes and actually only accomplish being mild to moderately annoying and perhaps .0009% pithy.

Damn it! I am easily distracted.

I blame it on J-j-j-jamie fox.