Well, it was bound to happen, and I have only my own carelessness to blame. Why didn’t I stick one of those bot-jammies in the template?
I could change the site address, I could just delete the whole thing, but I’m going to stay put and fess up. Everyone has their private under-things, and they are so much more interesting than what is on top.
Besides, (thank you, Tony Pierce), “Nothing in here is true.”
Zulieka was my imaginary friend, who I created like any space-child for companionship. But now that she is not imaginary, she wants to talk back. Zulieka was my priest, who would listen to my sins and nod wordlessly. But now, Zulieka is comprised of crowds of stone-throwers and three or four petal pushers.
I still love you Zulieka, and I will not abandon you.
So, as a symbol of my renewed love, you will each find a box of confetti gravel under your chair.