"...High Times"

The gals celebrating Valentine’s eve had been drinking and clubbing all night. Mug shot above. They got pissed with Ken and locked him in the trunk of their Porsche Cayman GT4. Here they arrived at the Russian legation. Said Parisian Barbie to Park Avenue Barbie: “Do I look too stoned. Naw sez her pal. Ya listing to the left a bit but okay.” Brooklyn Barbie was casing the joint. 

First things first. They to beat the living crap out of the “Charge d’ Affaires on general principal. But mostly for that Ukraine mayhem, They drank up all his Vodka and lifted some of them hard boiled Faberge Egg things while they was at it. 

Just another night for them gals.

 

Editorial business:

'Z' I just saw your comment about them Crows in your hood.

I answered in a way. Go check. I sometimes miss comments and won't get to them for days weeks even years...but I do get to them. So check from time to time. I mean we're just such a happy family here. 

Btw it's 19f degrees here. It was near fucking 60f a few days ago.

The end of the world is nothing if not interesting.

Bumpy ride along my windowsill.

This on our cold slushy dawn.

Below an old radio pal takes this image.

Hours after warm breezes temps in the mid-50's.

One minute we're out enjoying they rays.

The next an Arctic Vortex shows up.

Planetary changes means

CHAOS.

Get used to it.

Me I loves the damned snow and frozen winds.

Beats fucking heat and humidity. 

This any bleeping day.

 

Motive and opportunity.

I took the picture and had a paint box.

I imagine an unexpected 

Super Nova

would look like this. At first.

After that matters get academic.

 

It was 54f/12c by my kitchen thermometer.

Sun and warm breezes.

Went for a walk sat on the Parkway watched the world wander by.

Some brown leaves still cling from Autumn.

The Day-Moon above.

Paid respects to the WW~1 plaques.

One for each tree.

I think I dosed for a bit. Love snow and cold.

However. Spring moments in mid-winter has magic too.

 

"...cake"

When a tribe fucks up, they keep their traps shut. #45 destroyed incriminating presidential documents. His fans stone silent. Yet they wanted Hillary locked up for stashed emails. Her fans also mum. The way out of our mutual hell is to dissolve the tribes. They're poison. Tribal nationalism we got that down. The trick...go beyond them. Human social evolution is on the cusp of finally seeing itself as 'one' living entity. ...with enough cake for all.

"...Brie"

 

Algernon Mouse. Mickey's 3rd cousin enjoys this bright warm day in February.

Sez Algernon, "Sure this means the end of the world.

But fucking heck I get to plant my Brie, and Cheddar bushes early."

"...Crown"

This mid-winter warm spell brings Spring to mind.

Butterflies in particular Monarchs. Them folks is tuff little bastards.
A few daze after 9/11 I was downtown on my way to the radio station. This a whole story in itself. Literal scenes like da London Blitz. It stays with you.

Anyway, the fires and smoke went on for days. Here’s the thing…out of that hell. Out of the black-brown smoke flew the largest Monarch Butterfly I’ve ever seen. She didn’t give a bleep about us or the destruction we’re addicted to. She was just on about her business. Her descendants will continue doing so long after we and our demented species are just shadows on the shale.

They are not called 'Monarchs' for nothing.

These folks are among the true Crowns of Creation.

( ...A tip of the editorial crown to "Z" and "Anon" for the inspiration.)