I love this little guy...

Rule #1: Cardio. My mind's running...

I am having these dreams. Awful dreams. I don't need to get into them in this late hour, but rest assured that Paranormal Activity is VERY slow and minuscule compared with the camaraderie I'm keeping. It's keeping me at bay, staying here and here alone. I shoulda woulda coulda had a casey boost, but I didn't get out of the house ALL DAY. awful biz. shits and kids. thrown together in a toaster. tucked into bed. taptap. rapped across the fingers with a feather. whether or not you get it, i know you'll tilt your head. REALLY?!?!?!??!?!



I love this whole blog thing. It has been a jumping off point. I now feel attuned to the fix that can fix my life...I'd been wasting my life and time on this beast of a mechanismo cheesmo. now, the 'puter is my FRIEND. Hello neighbor...

Creeper.

Armed and dangerous.



Those would be my attributes. I don't keep weapons. I'm weapon enough. But I do know where to go in the event of a zombie attack. It's awesome. Some friends and I had a simple little pow wow. And wow, we're ready freddy...I like what they did with the Elm Street lore in the remake, however weird/surprising that is. My bloody brother was born on the birth of the film for crying out loud. the 25th of september tempted the world to mcquillan madness. a few years removed from the cheesy storm. cloudy and the ice cream's was coming. no one loves the sweets like the creep. im gonna scarf this gelato with the quickness. then its more of the same. shame. i wish i could get up and START CONVERSATING. Bacon, swiss, and avocado....you like the avo too? let's talk. over wine. red, red. cause the white's too light for me.

A Subtle Sublimation of Sorts

Am I completely lost? I don't know what's up or down. Am I headed for my destruction...shit, aren't we all, in varying speeds?

My economic struggles have started to spill into my everything. Love what pennies you have. 'Cause I sure as shit don't have em. Give me 4 Gs and a glock, or 8 and a machete. It costs more to be more personal. Don't fret though; I'll twist the blade for the extra $$$$$. If anyone's looking for Leon: The Professional, look no further. That's real talk, but please don't think I need help.

Ha!!!!!

...please...

the last thing I need is to tell my tale any more than I already have. If you've been within earshot of my soul recently, you've heard the whole of it in all the dreariness and glory that I embody in my pensive nature. Someone recently said I live life wholeheartedly. Shit, who doesn't? I give my EVERYTHING to EVERY thing, and leave nothing for ME. Is that why I feel so hollow in this magic moment?

NO ONE sees my world. It's so beautiful that you're blinded. The darks of my eyes bask in the shining pain.

Many situations have given reason to cause for the pause in my life. Yet, by my own design and the current state of affairs, I can't stop, won't stop. I only wish these nights that turned to days would be better facilitated than by catching up on Daily Show and Colbert. Granted, these two gentlemen do more to inform the country then any news entity could ever dream at this point...but I crave something zestier, an enterprise worthy of Jean-Luc Skywalker. Is that incestuous, or cross breeding, or just plain re-donk-ulous? The Millenium Falcon piloted by Klingons? Shit, hyperdrive or warp speed? I choose LUDICROUS SPEED...

I'll keep posting em, and you'll keep posted to the goods. Soon enough this might be my only networking outlet. MyTwitter Face (*thank Tyke Witnes for that little play on words) will surely usher in our world's downfall...

I already see in your eyes that you can't bear to look into mine but for a second's lapse as we walk down the streetside. If only you would let me see the beauty that floods from within...

Well, I'll write more later. I need to drink some tea and go on a stroll. Toodles doodle bug.

***** UPDATE: LOOK AT THE CALENDAR SECTION UNDER THE MUSIC PLAYER. I'll try to keep the public informed about my tasty treats. *****

Clarity came calling...& I accepted the charges.

This will be my first walk where I don't feel lost. I feel FOUND. I feel ALIVE. I know me again.

I can't specify precisely when and where it hit me. Just a little stroll in the cold and I felt tingles. Not from the chill, more from the thrill. Heart racing gooberfest. Splenderific Fandubulous Magnifitastically good times were had by all (shit, I hope anyway...).

As I finally let myself into autopilot earlier (I NEEDED to rest), I took a deep breath. Mmmmmm, chamomile... I love my Herbal heat pad. Relieves stress in the neck, PLUS it's great for menstrual cramps. It's the little things in life...

Art has no boundaries. A smile is art, however fleeting. Please smile...for me?

:) ...a priceless work...

Drugs aren't necessary, or necessarily fun, but they sure as shit can be. Take too many and the ambulances have to pick your ass up. Take too few and you're left with a headache. I like my porridge just right...

Brunch IS NOT brunch without the booze. The warmth doesn't come merely from the maple. You need to get some of that southern sauce, ya dig? CAN YOU DIG IT??????

Claustrophobia and Lovefest are mortal enemies. Lovefest is a moral shitshow. And I am a total creeper...I musta asked 35 people if I could see their shirt tags...you gotta know who's designs you dig.

Well, the streets are calling my name. I don't have my trusty peacoat, but alas, I will find a way.

Let's proceed into the darkness...

Endure what's disgusting, then appreciate what's beautiful.

Another gorgeous day. Another bout of 2 hours of ZZZZZZZs. Please. I love the dos equis. Keeps me living, laughing at the leafs flying high.