A Deep Fake.

Gulp.

One last writing practice before big challenge day begins tomorrow.

Gulp.

Best not consume too much sugar tonite. I will not consume too much sugar tonite😋. Or I might. Carrying a bag of the sweet stuff finds my will power whispering in my ear “It’s o.k.!!!” “It’s ok!!!”…..

Over too much time, ultimately may become a Whisper to a Scream. When I don’t “get enough”.

Today. It’s the sugar day of all days, holidays, the candy day of all days, holidays— people are GIVING you the stuff to eat. Dropping it right into your bag! Mmm. Mmm. Yum. Yum. Red tongue, Green tongue. Purple tongue.

The I cannot feel my teeth kinda sugar day.

EAT IT. STUFF YOUR FACE. ENJOY THE MOMENT.. The devil on my shoulder whispers-or rather shouts out loudly!!! 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣 “Have the time of your life before you”

Crash and Burn.

High consumption may result in writing copy tomorrow that may look like this:

&*”&. 🤢🤮💪🏻😫🙂🐛🦟🙃😝🤓🤸🏼🤸🏼🤸🏼🕷🥽😿🤡👽👉🏻👈🏻👆🏻👇🏻.🤪🤡😋😆😫😢😡🥵😵‍💫😵🤮🤐😷🤒🤕

Good luck interpreting my sugar language then! Ha. Sucker.

Yep. I plan to have about 50 of those—suckers, not Suckers. (Those are various human beings who believe too much sugar is NOT bad for you) but “do it” anyway. Promise. I will eat only the “small” size. Or Should I call it correctly:

The Fun Size.

In order to keep my “consumption” down.

🤸🏼🤸🏼🤸🏼🤸🏼🤸🏼🤸🏼🤸🏼🤸🏼🤸🏼🤸🏼.🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🏃🏼‍♀️🏃🤺🏋🏼🧘🏼🏊‍♂️🤽🏻‍♂️

Mmmmm. Mmmmmm. Wooooo. hooooo. Sugar. Sugar. Sugar. I will be flying by the seat of my pants that is “Fo Sho” translation “For sure”. Nothing beats a high like a sugar high.🤪😆🙃🤨🤩😤🥶😶‍🌫️🫣😵‍💫🤢😵‍💫🤢

I could run head first into a wall, door, person and not even feel it! I am gonna love this night like no other night of my life. Sugar, Sugar, Sugar.

If I could do it quickly, I would. You know avoid the unnecessary preparation and chit chat.

DID YOU KNOW! There exists a nerf like gun that shoots the stuff right in your mouth. SIGN ME UP!!! ASAP. I would like a nerf gun candy pellet shooter, please. And thank you. I am excited just thinking about it. I think I am high just thinking about it.

Woohoooo😋🙂🤪🙃😆😮🙄🫣.

Or. I could just drink a bottle of syrup for effect. Injection right into the gut. A short cut. “Fo Sho”. Over the lips and through the gums, look out stomach, Here it Comes!!!!,

🤢🙂😮🤨🙄😵‍💫🤒😤🥹😅

Gulp.

Maybe I really suffer from ADHD—All day have Dots, Dum, Dums and Dentyne. There are some human dum dums too.😃 (Those are various human beings who believe too much sugar is ok for you😞) Or ADHD—All Day Have Dippin Dots.😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋😋

Or perhaps I have ASD-ALL SUGAR DAY!!! Huray, Hurray, Hurray!!

Or. Is. it. Really? . Hurray. Hurray. Hurray.

I am beginning to feel light headed at the thought of all the sugar.😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😕😕😕😕😕😕😕😕😕😕😕😕😞😞😞😞😞😞😞😞☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️😣😣😣😣😣😖😖😖😖😖😵‍💫😵‍💫😷🤒🤕.

Wasn’t today supposed to feel fun. The fun of having fun size fun all day and all night. All of the sudden the funnin’ doesn’t seem, well so

Fun.

Or.

Appealing.

I have an epic stomach ache just thinking about it. Where is my bag anyway. My mask. Faintly feeling like it just ain’t worth the trouble of knock in’ ’ door to door or door to door or door dressed as something I am not and allowing someone to “drop” my impending death into my bag.

What is fun about that. The larger size? More is less. Is less More?

I think I had better.

Sit Down.

When I come to, to alertness, awareness and all that not so fun stuff,

my perspective of all the fun size fun has shifted.

Gulp.

Why did I not say “No” to that last dum dum………

Sugar High oh Sugar High where have you gone? But. If I do not go back out and “fill my bag again” where will my next “buzz” come from? Must I make new friends with more masked and “ shady fellows”.

To fill up my bag o’ life…..I had best think twice.

How will I know. When the masks come off. How will I know? Who or whom to trust. With my life? My death?

Gulp. Halloween One day.

All Saint’s Day the next.

Phew!!!!! Feeling better already

Then. All Soul’s Day, the next day.

Phew!!!!!!Feeling better already.

Soooooooo🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

How does any of this fun filled bag o’ fun help you, me, us?

Well. I offer you this for easier digestion. When you come down from the “high”. The day after living amongst the dead, celebrating them, acting as them, receiving shots of sugar to push us one step closer to ill healthily gouging ourselves on the “Rush of all Rushs and The buzz of all buzzes.”

Offer to you a chance, an opportunity to slow down a bit, take a breath and not

Gulp. It down.

As All Saint’s Day is a day to remember. It is and has been honored as a day to remember good saints and souls. It is and has not been intended as a day to

Forget.

Whether a public or private holiday, is up to the community and its leaders to designate the day as such. A day off of work, a non-working day, a day of “quiet”, a public holiday for its “members states”, of employees of institutions of a specific union of states, a fixed date, a Christian religious holiday throughout a country, which may result in paid holidays at the discretion of the employer, for those that wish to observe. In some countries All Saint’s Day also falls on Independence Day or Liberty Day. (wk).

O.k. Now the deeper stuff. Deeper than the administrative necessaries of the day, the accounting of the minutes of the days, but a reflection as to the

Why?

To acknowledge the day. In some way. To some it means:

To dress up.

Put make up on.

Cool or Hot dresses, dress up, spiffy or not so spiffy suits.

Pillow cases, Plastic bags, Bags with handles, Bags for the “goods”

Dance a dance.

Cut a rug.

Jig a jag

Square a dance

Will leave you with a thought. An opportunity to think about:

Stoicism.

Not optimism.

Not pessimism.

Not up.

Not down

Not back.

Not forth.

Stoicism.

Stoicism has tremendous influence on ethical thought from Early Christianity and into the 20th century. Throughout history, Stoic ethical doctrines have provoked harsh criticism and inspire enthusiastic defenders. (wk)

The Stoics defined the goal in life as living in agreement with nature.

Sounds good to me. Not too “up”, not too “down”. Not too “back”, not too “forth”. Not too soon. Not too late. To the party.

Humans, unlike animals, are constituted by nature to develop reason as adults, which transforms their understanding of themselves and their own true good. The Stoics held that virtue is the only real good. (wk)

The only real good.

Sufficient for happiness; It in no way depends on luck. The virtuous life is free of all passions, which are intrinsically disturbing and harmful to the soul, but includes appropriate emotive responses conditioned by rational understanding and the fulfillment of all of one’s personal, social, professional, and civic responsibilities (wk)

The kinda sugar that is really, really good for you. Good for the soul.

The Stoics believed that a person who has achieved perfect consistency in the operation of his rational facilities, the “wise man”, is extremely rare, yet serves as a prescriptive ideal for all. The Stoics believed that progress toward this noble goal is both possible and vitally urgent. (wk)

Translation: ”Fo Sho” “Yep”. “Yes.” “Righteous”. “Phronesis”. “ I want that”.