yo, how am i supposed to think after that?? yikes.
yet my head is aswirl with synaptic spasms about Mr. Peter Gammons, about the Surgeon General's report, about the fucking flad burning amendment dying by only one vote when it should have died by a majority, by the absolutely non-stop barrage of idiotic bullshit swarms its way around me and around you.
and speaking of a non-stop barrage of idiotic bullshit - what is the one thing I could have done to balance the pain equilibrium? Answer: what I did.
goodnight.
sort of buzzing tonight.
so i think i'll keep my mouth shut and fingers clasped tight.
it's what you've got to say, which hitherto hences from what you think, so it's really about what you think. and then it's really about why you think it. why do you think that? those are called reasons. and the way you get from one idea to the next in progression is called reasoning. you skipping allowed! no fast forward. no random file generation. each thought must link backward to the previous one. this should have been something you mastered at an early age. at a very early age this process should have been mastered by you. and once mastered, you get to put up a certificate of completion which states that the undersigned has graduated to being human. You DO have that certificate, don't you?
so when i fucking ask you what you think, you should be able to tell me. and if i should question your reasons, you should be able to tell me. it should not be difficult. or don't you have any reasons?
hello there, spunkies.
i've been busy with some darn tootin' life emergencies, so my little blogalicious page has been set adrift lately.
"OH NO!" I hear you saying.
but fear not, underlings. fear not! i have not forgotten. i returneth to torture you with more inanities and banalities and uncommon musings on trivialities.
so carry on, undisturbed and peaceful, in full knowledge that very soon...my brand of bullshit shall carry on as well.
