It’s been a long time coming…

But sooner or later I have to rise from this muck. FUCK people.
I’m sorry, I meant, Puck me running (Puck you Miss), but dagnabbit, when’s the change gon’ come? Seems I am succumbing to the end of my head’s threads.


My menial mental fibers find no gaps to synapse…I engage only in flightless fantasies, void of the toys and boyhood aspirations of doing it BIG



Clipped wings? Pssh, I mislead my own two feet; even pedestrian dreams now slowly stroll away from me.

Where did the moonshine’s magnificence migrate? Warmer waters out west way, with the Internet they say. There’s enough world wide web and lunar lumiere out there for everyone. Far as the mind’s eye can see, by opened dares to believe that you can connect with someone in Vietnam for a quickie of Mortal Kombat.

You ssshtupid sshon of a bitch…

Which gets me to thinking…I don’t think nearly enough nowadays.

-I’m a dumbass.

-The term is Dumass.
-No, it’s poofter, a perfect prism of pitifully past due potential…

Oh, get on with, you fucking wanker.

Alright, I'll wager, meh, merely a small sentiment for those still suffering through these rants and rambles: I attest that I can get out of this flim flam floozy of a mind toozy. Right the ship, no more with this stupid shit...you know, finesse the -ness again. Get back to doing the deeds and do's that ease the blues, ya heard?!?!?

Word, bird.



It’s not all for none and dropped the ball. Nothing is fucked here Dude. Everybody knows, it’s all about the Redemption Song. Bootstraps and callbacks and falling into place. Realizing the wrongs and fixing broke remains. Who knows what kind of magic the moments bring if you don’t live em? So I’ll give in. Take a leap of faith, face the music of the change.



It’s a quite wonderful ascension into the clouds. Don't I know it. These are the tunes that take your breath away. These are the days that I've been missing. Give me the taste, give me the joy of feeling fine.

There's something missing from my life...

Maybe it's a direction.

Not all those who wander are lost, you say? Well, I'm pretty far off the fuckin' reservation at this juncture. Tonto wouldn't venture out to find my lost soul. Sad silly clown, this clumsy klutz can't kick the crack rocks.



It certainly feels like as much sometimes. Overwhelmed with my misguided gumption, I merely romp & ramp up my rump, jingle a jangle to pump up the volume...only to ascertain these rifts fall on deaf ears. Mudderfukker. I'm the epitome of a putz, perfected to a P.



I feel sucker punched, blindsided by a dirtied veil of casual happiness. Seems like the ruse has come and gone and I'm left sitting here, freaking out cause I don't want to open the box...



Oh, you know damn well what's in the box. Everybody does; they always have. It's the inevitable, the sultry yet shallow next chapter for this silly, star-crossed simpleton. What a stupid schmuck he's is. Shuckles Chuck, she done swooped my football for the last time...



Roadhouse.


There's a perfect hue to the dew outside today. Dammit, the decay would stick splendidly to your skin in such an atmosphere. Blasted zombies, this is your weather pattern. This is your time to shine. Drats.



I had a go 'round this morn thinking about liminal states, the space between two pointed perspectives. I again find myself in this in between. My life seems to THRIVE in the grey. Uncertainty is my plaything. Or is that flipped; does the constant chaos spin me sideways? Someone's a' tickling a fiddle, that's for damn sure.

Where will you find me next?



Wake up the gimp (Shudder...ewwww...)

Who knows? Who knows what tomorrow will bring...maybe sunshine, and maybe rain...But as for me I'll wait and see
And maybe it'll bring my
DREAMS
to me.

Who knows.

Press the button, get a treat. But don't pull the lever...

or you're gonna get fried.

These days get long and 'duntant. REfresh my memory; why do I do this dumb deed on the daily?

BEEP!!!!.

"Hi, is this Mr. Sheep? Good morning, Mr. Sheep!!! Well, I'm the Wolf in your clothing. And I was just looking to steal your soul...right, right, don't you worry, my pack of scavengers will devour you soon enough. Oh, what's that? 30 year fixed, FHA? Swell..."

Ding!!!

I can't think about a damned do or don't in my dumps, can you dig it? The office has spaced my mental capacity to the point I'm pointed at nothing t'all or small. I'm indifferent, ambivalent, and awful, blase...I really need to rejuvenate my -ness...

But I am le tired...



Wake yo ass up!!! It's time for a revolution bitches...




Clearly, I'm a little scattered nowadays. I must say, It's a fun sort of lost...but tiresome and without worth. Won't someone, or something, bring me back into FUCKUS.
--"That's what I was thinking..."
"She said FOCUS."

Whatever.

WHOOP-DEE-DO!!! What does it all mean, Basil?

It means that my whole life smells like shit.

It IS shit Casey.

Oh, good, then it IS just me.


I have to get my fuckwad self a-moving a-long. Seems the general consensus is that failure, disappointment, and sense of self pity is what I've got to work from. Yet the glass is half full and all that jazz. Gotta keep that clause close, cause the clock is tocking and CLICK...there's no more ticks left.

Time's up.




Ding.



After you wake, I'll be waiting awash in a wash of waste. What do you want to do then, with this vex of hexed jest? Enjoy what is, whatever it is. Probably nothing but fluff and follies. However dreary or droning the days, dream despite the dread and deceit.

I have EXORCISED the demons!!!!!!!

When did I transgress to the dark side? Yoda would not approve of my current Padawan deviation...when did it become par for the course to be such a fuckwad? 'cause I'm hitting the greens with the steady hand of Arnie...



& it's frustrating to high hell.

Satisfaction, I can't get me no...satisfaction...




I swear to JimBob in the sky, if I get called a hipster one more time I might get a pair of Wayfarers just to shove them up your ass. No fixies here fuck'tards. I toss together an outfit & suddenly I listen to MGMT & drink moustachioed PBRs. Nothing wrong with the 'stache...You stupid son of a bitch.




Ah, do I miss my <3. Can't wait to return to the glorious & great, the incomparable...



But, getting back to the story at hand...


Why do I do the things I do? Where is my peace of mind, body & soul? How now do I continually disappoint my kin and comrades? "Man is fickle when Ease comes to Him after Difficulty." I don't expect an easy ride; not after my faults, follies and FUBARs. I've done some terrible things in my day, & I deserve the storm that currently shakes my foundation.

I AM SO SORRY. I know I've done you wrong.

Hopefully the day will shine anew when all is said & done. Peaks & valleys & all that jazz. Speaking of, hope you've enjoyed Mr. Davis' lovely ambiance. Felt rather fitting.

I hope this catches you in a better place than I currently reside.

Ciao for now.

Where did the madness go???? Won't you help me find it???

I need a kick in the teeth. Or a touch of sasparilla. Perhaps a Mexican standoff for good measure. Make sure to look at the line eye level, too much standoffishness and you're a smug son of a bitch. Not enough and you're a poofta. Ask Scuba Steve. However, stumble onto the right mix and Tarantino will take the shit and put it in his moviefilms. The tension's so thick I could cut it with cake. MMMMM cake. I'm a deprived fatty. I want some sugar water...


Why can't I find my clarity of character? I'm completely confused concerning what I am and do and did and dag nabbit, I can hear the early morning sprinklers wetting down the dawn's dew. Fuck I need some R&R...Carpe Diem, okay, you looked hot in it...do you like Billie Holiday??? I love him. I think I have more Clueless quotes than your average bear. RAWR mofo.

Seems there hasn't been enough inspiration radiating from my peripherals lately. I need to find the fringe benefits of funds, fun, and fondue. fondant isn't fun. who wants a cake with a layer you can't eat? give me the pure...just attach it to my veins...


I'll add a touch of the two step later. I have to get on the good foot and do the bad thing...ya, ya, ya, ya heard?!?!?!?!?