Everard.

She was infatuated with the way that I looked.  I told her to get a hold of her brains.  "Please place yourself in my seat and pervert the wind."  Gazing at the dainty shirt of a mouse she put on her condom.  These terrot cards are marked and stuffed in my sleeves.  Taking them out one by one I slid them under my lip.  The cards were made from shells and became a tribal gauge.  Staring past my nose pearls began to form as I left dust upon washing my port.  Collecting her in my arms like a mollusk quickly escapes into his shell, she had what she needed.  Enough arms to bear her weight and stroke her hair, tie her shoes, write her memoir, carry a taco, squeeze a stress-ball, thrust a javelin, plead guilty, pursue a dream, postpone HIV, blister from standing near a steamy moment with a dried up jesus with candida.  She sat pissing on  a string tied up like a lasso.  The string then followed suit and tied itself as a lasso and gave itself to the cowboy.  Hooked to my belt.  I heard the latch of my buckle clink loose and felt the caress of the damp lasso around the dinner bell.  Raising my eyebrow, I looked down, and saw those pearls and swallowed them.  I heard my name tapping as an SOS and mistook it as an upset stomach.

Everybody is leaving.  If only needed, they would steal and feel a great capability.  I've seen those near me drift closer and stroke that which was mine.  Plastering the whole world in the wall is a riffled book worth reprehensible entitlement.  Look through the window.  Plow a field.  Borrow a spear.  Dig the tomato.  Form a noodle.  Bothered by selfish antidotes to a quarreling stone, brushed the meadow... lark.  "Don't be so thoughtful, question mark!"  Fired up and ready too slow.  To hide something in a public hiding space is a spongy menstruation filled compliment with beans spilled for showmanship.  "FOOD got tired of the harassment."

This place is crazy. This egg is crazy. This egg is hydrated. You are one sharp cookie. Die before bedtime.  I'm a brain goose.  My mind is liquified on chocolate artifacts. Fuckin' orbitz gum in my soothe nail embroidered christ ulna.  Hop on it.  Get donut? No donut? No Doubt? Spider web wiz on a philly steed!

That last post was so dumb.

Here we go.  I have had this blog since March of 2003 so we will see how likely it is that I actually  keep this up.  If I remember correctly I started this blog as a way to kind of impress a girl I was dating at the time.  Needless to say I am single now and have not managed to impress anyone with my miniscule archive of bloggings.  It seems that thus far I've used my blog space more-so as a twitter, but hey, I will blog whatever I feel like blogging.  Also, I choose my words with much thought  My twitter-esque blogs are like sponges doused in water, totally heavy in meaning.  I will delve into what it is that we are as existences so be sure to keep with me,  it'll be easy to fall behind, like the show Lost.   When I start talking I start thinking that what I say is important, watch out.  I usually end up reading my thoughts and thinking, "who is this arrogant bastard??"  and then I feel good for thinking that someone is dumb, even if it's me, that is how arrogant I am.  Totally dumb.  If I think that something I said was dumb enough I will simply have something to blog about again and thus, an endless barrage of needless critiquing mah-self, it's going to be so dumb.  

Something else that will be totally dumb is that I will actually try to be a microscope and analyze totally unimportant stuff that no one likes me talking to them about.  I will not try and come up with stuff just for the sake of blogging about it though.  I guess I may, damn.  I mean, I have two followers so I have to keep them entertained if I am to expect them to entertain me, right?  I love scratch-back-ology.  This blog is so good, I'm excited.

The cat is meowing at me. Interestingly.

The cat is meowing at me. Incessantly.

to blink, or to think?

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