Maybe....do I start a lot of these with maybe? I don't know maybe its Mabaline or whatever the women use these days...I don't pay much attention....so if your not going to wear makeup ladies....don't if you are...well you get the picture and if I have to explain then maybe its better if you go look at pictures on pinterest than try reading these complicated words here. That being said....I was wondering about something but it has completely slipped my mind now....So I couldn't tell you why I'm here now....other than as filler to put a little sidewall back on your gapin or cook some bacon, you tell me. No no gravy included in the white wall process.
You know I probably say the same shit like ten thousand times in this blog, its so much you'd wonder how many times one person can talk about necrophilia and aids addiction while drinking ice tea down by the beach or antichrist chimpanzee's named Charleston Heston. That's not the point here though, I don't even know if there ever is, its not to entertain...at least not normally....maybe time to time when I am unusually manic, or no one has angered me for a while...I also like to use..... a lot you notice that? No? Well your flattering me now then with my run on sentences and William Shatner stroke stutters. Or are you amazed at the astute and uncanny arcane x-men insight current issues from months ago like Dick Clarks death....and how I should write a book about why he didn't let Christopher Lee bite him and how the eternal damnation that is planet X and 2012 will come down now due to this inability to shake his Steven Seagal style swagger.
Maybe this is just to kill some time since I wrote fiftytwo blogs and some change in like three hours after I lit my meth pipe with a blow torch full of dirty diapers. No not really it was a few months and used tampons but hey noone here is perfect, unless Harry Houdini and Geraldo Riveria are reading this while acting out scenes from the last temptation of Christ, or maybe Micheal Clark duncan from that movie where he got Stephen King stuck in his ass and couldnt figure out where all the flys were coming from.
Ok people thats enough for this three week struggle, I need to work on some new words and subjects...seriously, I come up with killer words and themes then the ailshiemers kicks in and I shit myself and fall asleep.....and when I wake up my bologna and squash sandwitch with sour dough bread is gone......
Maybe this is just to kill some time since I wrote fiftytwo blogs and some change in like three hours after I lit my meth pipe with a blow torch full of dirty diapers. No not really it was a few months and used tampons but hey noone here is perfect, unless Harry Houdini and Geraldo Riveria are reading this while acting out scenes from the last temptation of Christ, or maybe Micheal Clark duncan from that movie where he got Stephen King stuck in his ass and couldnt figure out where all the flys were coming from.
Ok people thats enough for this three week struggle, I need to work on some new words and subjects...seriously, I come up with killer words and themes then the ailshiemers kicks in and I shit myself and fall asleep.....and when I wake up my bologna and squash sandwitch with sour dough bread is gone......
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