update

I have been sort of MIA lately due to some innard cleansing and rejuvination procedures.

So much has happened it's hard for me to think where I should begin. 

So I'll go backwards:

There was a wrestling match between a ghost and a giant turtle with a golden sword. It was a tie.  

And before that, a giant collection of animated balloons was purchased from a young man on the street. Later, the balloons were confiscated by a flock of overzealous Viets. 

And before that, an outdoor barber trimmed the fluffy hair of one eager white lady with long dull scissors.

And before that, a lump of synthetic hair was procured and plopped on random walls and other public objects.

And before that, ideas and images were prepared for a soul recovery system.

And before that, puppets swam along waterlogged theatrics as bone faced ladies belted traditional tunes. 

And before that, a postcard was mailed to grandparents in Jersey.

And before that, eyes peered into the bars of a lonely opera house.

And before that, some decent food was ingested.

And before that, six hotel rooms were observed and decided upon.

And before that, a throng of haggard westerners meandered sleepily off the train.

And before that, pictures were drawn of George Washington.

And before that, an irate woman with a British accent screamed about a vanishing bottle of water.

And before that, a minibus weaved down a slippery mountainside.

And before that, the rain saturated toes.

And before that, bland food was injested.

And before that, a parade of pigs sauntered unknowingly towards their death. 

And before that, the editing of words and images made its way across paper.

And before that, a foreign instrument involving the mouth and fingers wobbled its yowl across park benches. 

And before that, twelve indigenous "happily married" ladies begged and beseeched passerby to buy - to buy - to buy. 

And before that, names and nationalities were respectably changed.

And before that, a sad carnival underwent restoration. 

And before that, some ostriches clicked their beaks to a metal fence. 

And before that, white people dressed up like hmong people and frolicked around flowerbeds.

And before that, a father's birthday email was electronically transferred.

And before that, teenage pharmacists wearing naked lady jackets were consulted.

And before that, internationally recognized Karaoke tunes were belted inside checkered walls. 

And before that, some grizzly chicken bones were munched on.

And before that, a puppy melted inside a soft bosom. 

And before that, a slim man named Kim trekked along rice patties in pristine white shoes.

And before that, a giant rock caused a pile of water buffalo dung to explode. 

And before that, a hangover was endured. 

And before that, some laughter stirred up sunshine and birdsong.

And before that, 14 shots of rice wine were slurped alongside the cheeky matriarch of a tiny hmong family.

And before that, a man named Kim bragged about beating his future wife and also kicked a frail kitten incessantly. 

And before that, a little boy was chased around and around and around. 

And before that, some dreamy communications were had with northern americans.

And before that, a foot, calf and knee were sucked into mud.

And before that, a flurry of butterflies danced before a labeled waterfall. 

And before that, a crown of ferns were placed on a dirty head.

And before that, a sky weaved sun and pink into hair clouds and a young woman declared her love to the world. 

And before that, dehydrated squid was consumed while drawing pictures on the surface of a tire table. 

And before that, a guitar was played in the dusky corner of a shoebox bar. 

And before that, a man in a karate uniform denounced the west and all its materials. 

And before that, the sun plopped back into the day.

And before that, a plunge of human steeped inside a chilly snake river. 

And before that, eggs, toast and Kawfee were chewed upon. 

And before that, the moon shone through clanking railroad tracks. 

And before that, there were ideas of wooden shoe dancing.

And before that, the sun illuminated two lopsided park chairs.

And before that, sweat dripped inside bare knees onto cracked sidewalks.

And before that, electric lines were knotted and limboed around. 

And before that, a strange woman assaulted another strange woman with her fruit basket. 

And before that, the ghost of Ho Chi Minh hovered over bamboo stocks and camera flashes. 

And before that, a hodgepodge of weirdness (including giant fruit) filled the interior of an octagonal building. 

And before that, a lake mirrored a quiet reflection of a man stretching fastidiously to the slipping sun. 

And before that, green threads wove together fanciful garments. 

And before that, a plane landed on the sun and the moon.