went belly up

so i was wandering more than usual today because I really dont have anything left to do, I mean, when school didn't work out I decided to take a balanced and independent view of life. I can not take academic rigors as seriously, the psychiatrist says that I am a paranoid schizophrenic but I do not let it get me down, I guess in my case it is something of a developmental disorder like a childhood fantasy planted in my brain. I enjoy listening to water music and I have a feeling that the east coast is going to be wiped out by a giant hurricane someday, but I hope that cleveland is safe. I heard on the news that in abouty fifty years there will be massive flooding of low lying areas and the like. I would like to see the midwest on a floodplain like bangladesh people are unfriendly and callous, perhaps most are. I suppose the native people in places like india and bangladesh are used to massive floods while the Ganges is the most sought after artery in that neck of the woods. Sorry I couldn't come up with an interesting anecdote today, or yesterday. I am going to have to brainstorm, I can't just expect ideas to flow when I can't provide a coherent storyline, facetious as a fleeting suggestion may be. Many have neither the time nor resources to provide the audience with entertaining fiction, I have to get back to work. Strange enough that I had so many quietly planned narratives, and yet nothing yet come to fruition as of late.

surprise or surprose me

once again I have been a bit stung by the latest death in the family, or what I percieve as something of a mutiny from my little brother, it seems that toy holds a lot of weight as many percieve me as something of an upstart, however, if you talk to me you find a very light gentle and bubbly soul. Enough of the munchausen. It may take some time for me to work out the kinks, yet I must write them down as to psychologically cleanse my soul from uncanny disturbance, I hate to think that I may be scarred where others have their whole life in front of them, but as my dad said, someone thinks that Trevor did not get a fair shake. I tend to agree, yet he is so far from my conscious frame of reference and quite beligerent as to dissuade me from attempting to please him. I was a violent child, yet should I bear this cross among so many more noble others. I am appalled that one would take Trevor up on an offer to destroy my family, yet it has come to pass. Ah well, nothing much left to say except that discipline was obviously a part of his life in the Marine Military Academy, whereas I went to a defunct high school for national merit scholars. Yet while I care for him I can not allow his hate and spite of himself, to drag me into a whirlpool of chaos and despair. When you kick someone in the balls, there really is not any going back. Avoid hallucinogenic drugs, potential for gruesome violence is a possibility when you forget the bounds of reality. However I am not dissuaded. I am concerned with living a pure and wonderful life of great potential.

taliban peaceful kush

In my opinion the talibans market for opium poppies must be, however primitive something of a trade barrier, please dont make it a trade deficit, If poverty is the real problem then why does an honest farmer have to give up his entire practice to have a machine dominate a somewhat heartfelt organic tradition.

the slim shady factor

Yes, certainly in my latest attempt to write again i was struck by something of a devil wears prada situation, indeed women enjoy wearing heels and yet this makes a man feel as if I were a graceful dancer, what do i really know about glamour, not much but i am just as well equipped as the next to suggest that i would like to learn how to dance, very much so, even though i have a bit of a bum knee, so to speak, I have always held a deep respect for loquacious and virulent dancing pants and shoes, you know i should be a cartoonist or something, I mean is dancing with a graceful partner really all that is cracked up to be I am missing out on life jefe, I should get back on that bandwagon and cut a rug. love to the dancing pants.

happy stance

Remember why guy people want to hear you talk about your schismatic ego and all but first language and then let it flow. Besides I am a bit scranton by your previous blogs remember love your language and treat her with respect, pep talk. Besides I am not a gloomy or morose person by nature those frittatas that know me know i mean some serious sidetracks and lost panels... What a hell raising bit of a third of a year here on skid row. Medication after medication, none work and therefore I go on and off and on and off. Yet deep within I know now that it was nothing more that a case of slim shady. Yes indeed I was deep within the annals of a mason minded party plan to expose that beggar for the heathen he truly is. Yet in some lost vision i recall how i cracked the piggy stall itself only to move onto unguided turf in someone elses sandwich pack. 40 seems to be my number as well as 63 but ask me why and I will tell you that with a little bit of help fizzle found his way back to camp, I wish to return despite this sorry crunch of misbehavior and solace into what I love to do, write short stories. Thus it began as such. Where are you headed cried Stacy, nowhere my lamb, only to derive my dearest wish from the glove compartment, a loaded 45 no doubt, what have you gotten us into this time another sly atm to compromise, we have only hmm but maybe like five grand from a flea market and some sullied clothing, how are we going to find a motel with you chasing the latest flea bitten scrimp off the street, please, enough trollling already. As you wish, the steadfast firearm glided across her voluptuous thigh and she totally freaked out and said dont toy with me you sarcophagus, im running the show please pull over and ill open up the canvas and we can get some rest. This desert is so perilous my dear, why should we try to take up with a clan of scorpions when we could have all the comforts of home and a cablevision bed that shakes when you toss a coin. As you wish shameless dog that you are maybe i can watch you tell the man in the motel that you have blood all over your shoes. True, I said sadly. Well, in that case I think your are on to something, we might want to find an abandoned trailer home and find a nice shower to calm your nerves. I agree, wait, I have an idea, I will throw on some slippers and put those muddy rutgers away if it pleases you. You know I have that psychological whining thriller that means o gosh geez, i stepped all over your life and drove past your house with a handful of chitlins only to find nothing better than a sleeping mutt waiting for a beggin strip. If you say so, do you know that dogs often chase after their tails, much like cats, wherefore we are lucky if we see an ardvark or armadillo around this part of town. We had just robbed a bank in carbondale and were on our way to aspen, when I thought of the perfect solution to this stigmatized adirondack. We must try to hide out in say like the nearest underbad, Paonia of course, of course dearest and dont forget that, by the time we get to mikes I will be in the mood for a milkshake and i want you to find a new pair of shoes and mind your arsenal of hedonistic tremulous troubadours.