Blotters Blog of The Odd Occurrence: September 2025

September 29, 2025

Partridge packs are slipping through the shadows during the sunset.

They will cut you for your lunch money.

The waters are liminal and endless in their depths.

Shades of blue take a darker turn the deeper you go.

The clicks and clacks travel in the deep.

The wind blows while the bonfire glows.

So many little twigs sparkling as they a light!

Deep beneath the embers rest our sweet potato treat!

Woe to be the customer service people that can't check anyone out

because they are having a social hour and blocking everyone else behind them.

Go forth and support!

1984 was a gothic government pipe dream that wrote about technology that didn't exist at the time.

It was still right.

Now the darkness has been tarnished by comparisons to the corrupt government.

For it's lost purity makes even the stars weep.