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My Big Question right now is if the Cosmic Jester is paying attention to this mudball in space.  Does he/she/it/they/ pestle/38165/@%**#**/!/?/ do anything at all to us/for/us/because of us?  We are a rather anonymous greedy, gruesome, garrulous group of being on a small planet on an undistinguished galactic arm in an ordinary spiral body of stars.  I think if the CJ did, our lives would be either better or worse than they are.  Right now everything on earth here seems pretty, well, random.

But still I am receiving messages everyday from somewhere.  Chainsaw Tuneups is a message I saw painted on the side of a building this morning.  Its terseness arrested my attention.  Chainsaw Tuneups.  I don't have a chainsaw and never have had one.  What if chainsaw in this context meant the daily leading of our lives.  Then mine could certainly use a tuneup.  I have had a lot of practice at daily living, but not yet have the knack of it.  What if chainsaw was a sexual term.  Do I have a chainsaw?  Well, maybe.  Does it need tuningup?  Well, maybe.  Maybe the tuneup is done with a chainsaw!!  Then I definitely don't need one and do not want the CJ to message me in that direction again.  Period.

Cakefetish.  This one could have been meant for me.  Though I am not a cake-lover per se, I do relish sweet eats.  Is this just a lame way of calling me fat?  But really, how could the CJ be so fatuous?  Duh!  Is it the first time he has noticed my avoirdupois?  Would the Great Seer in the 'Verse message me something so obvious?  I hope not.  Maybe in the case, it means something sexual (yes, here we go again).  I don't sleep with cake.  I don't rub cake all over my body.  I don't dream of cake.  But I do all of those with men.  Still way too obvious.  The message is meant for someone else and is being channeled through me.  So someone out there fess up!

This last message of the day is Headlight Restoration.  This was painted on a tire carcass outside of a beat up garage. My Toyota has four headlights and none needs restoring.  My old seafoam green Taurus had a broken blinker light, also a severely cracked windshield, a transmission that was about to become a stopmission.  Its heater didn't work, its windshield wipers were on the fritz, and the AC heated the car quite effectively, thank you very much.  So maybe this isn't about cars. 

A headlight could be a halo.  I don't think I could be accused of having a halo, but let me think here.  Is a sainthood in danger?  Is the sainthood of someone around me in danger?  Could someone around me once have had a halo, then lost it, and now that halo is going to be restored?  That must be it!  I will just have to wait to see who it is.

Over and out.

Headlight Restoration