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This is my triumphant return to the lifestyle I've always furthered and forwarded in my heart, at least, so let's blast off. The first half of my life has been incredible and the second segment will include more splendors than any Ottoman Sultan could ever have wished for in his golden repose. Anyway, fasten your laughter belt cuz you're on a collision course with wackiness.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

Bigger arms to hug the whole world

In a balloon powered by happiness... No, this isn't that kind of party. Filling a lifetime can be a stunt where you only get one take and the car goes in the river and you find your way out and then you go on with life and try to do it again but no job is ever quite like the last one, for some anyway, but giving notice to the world and respecting nature in a responsible way seems like the fair thing to do so I try to be a samaritan and I guarantee it for life at any price which is a hollow thing to say but what can I do about that except listen to my roommate next door sleeping to the dvd he put in earlier and now the same 40 seconds of the same crappy song is playing over and over at a low volume and could possibly cause me to go insane and I have to wonder how he can sleep through that and if it is affecting his dreams or if it's just a soundtrack to a homecoming fuck fantasy which we all deserve at some point, rain or shine which only applies to the part of the country east of the continental divide which I used to straddle for a living and only a certain breed can handle that maverick existence and I think I might have to look for the circuit breaker to find the switch to shut down the TV in the next room and it's a joke for some reason that I don't just wake him up and say turn that shit off because he won't even remember it happening tomorrow but the conflict remains and it'll be another test I'll have to pass somehow which gives me an excuse to recreate these conditions and that'll be psychically cleansing which doesn't look right on the screen but I think I've got to go with it and wait for the days to get longer again and follow the sun for a while and celebrate a good time had by all.


Anonymous Captain D said...

Dang, you can talk a lot. You make my head hurt. (whistle sound) Keep it up, though.

12:06 PM  

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