You may be thinking...where did the old school post go like his MySpace days...these new blogs are arriving out the box with a toe tag attached. To which I would say...how the fuck do you know my MySpace blogs anyways I got like four people that have read all of them and Im not even one of them. How you ask? Well I write the shit I dont read it....there is a difference at least in my world....I forget the lines as I write em I suppose its just that natural I mean you dont remember the last shit you took even though it stunk do you?
Maybe if someone baked it up in a plate of spaghetti for you you would though. How about if every time you opened a book a monkey jumped down and burned you with a cigarette. Or how about every time you were writing a blog your kid's mom came in and needed something...like right in the middle of it....I'm like um if you see the headphones on and me typing away...its kinda a dnfd *do not fucking disturb* kind of moment. Its what Stephen King said...when your writing and I dont give a fuck what you say this is words and something like a purpose or thought so it is writing asshole, you should just write...and not get up not get sidetracked during the process just let that shit run out like some diarrhea. Maybe thats what Im missing...I mean I used to write my blogs when I had to pee really bad or had to shit so bad my ass was backing up like Chernobyl....maybe I should go to the chinese cat farm and eat more often then wait...come home and write blogs. The need to shit should then color the writing up with every racking hemorrhoid inducing convulsion of my intestinal track....but I digress, how many times have i digressed I wonder? At least fifty in like ten blogs or something youd swear that shits like free pussy at a prison or free crack down at the ymca. Maybe this blog is spiraling into the realm of the mindless but its good to indulge your fingers in playing in something other than milky eyes and snotty holes....you choose to draw your own picture on that one people. I think im going to cut this one short though interruption aside....then next week maybe I will come in with some massive peekapoo bigfoot dingleberry cookie crook crushing sermon that will open the world's hearts and...yeah and maybe Ill cut my dick off and use it for a glass eye.