The Triumvirate welcomes you to the days of the fiery hell-sun, that season of reckless abandon and lust. As avid followers and practitioners of the blog's paths diverge, its future waits upon the horizon of either destitution or reinvention.
The Lieutenant has relinquished her claim to civilized society and goes forth into the very heart of darkness, the thumping pumping bloody organ of the earth, Africa. There she seeks to acquaint the villagers she encounters with the jealous and wrathful god she prays to every night from the lilly pad upon which she floats
harmoniously to sleep, carrying her down the broad stream of her royal estate. Perhaps the primitive peoples will bestow their local wisdom upon her, and she will return with gifts of stick pie and hippopotamus meatloaf that will remind her American friends how truly blessed they are to have Wendy's 99c. menu. To prepare for her spiritual safari, the Lieutenant has sewn a net with which to capture Taye Diggs when he inevitably visits his African blood line. There he is considered a master chef because his stick pies have been deemed edible for three years in a row. Once captured, he will perform the duties of a husband and translator, becoming an indispensable symbol of trust between the Lieutenant and her new nomadic disciples.
As holy wars tend to limit internet access for even the most seasoned crusaders, the Lieutenant entreats all current and aspiring members of the Triumvirate to blog this summer to tell their stories, and the stories of our friends: Maj the Vaj, Caroline, my dear wife Margaret, the only woman I ever loved, etc. Contact the Lieutenant before June 05 for the user information. Since the time of primordial chaos this blog has been a collaborative effort, and I hope it remains so. Much love.
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