Mike the regular guy

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Ahoy there!!!...about me,,,,,,,,who cares? don't know where to begin,and i won't know where to end. i just ordered a salad to be delivered to my door within the hour... while in a half drunken stupor I purchased a violin from ebay.....I don't play the violin.now i have something new to learn. recently inspired to write my thoughts down,poetry etc.... all works leading up to those contained within this thingy have been lost...gone forever,gone because I never wrote them down. I have a Mr. Peanut costume(ebay), Inspired by what?......perhaps it was a woman,who knows? I cannot sleep unless the room is very cold. I spend a great deal of time alone...by choice. I like the rain, Loud music,, silence, hobbies and side projects are evident everywhere....I paint,sculpt,screw around with internet radio,fan of black and white photography,but i don't take many pictures. cats are always cool,animals in general interest me. oh....here's a kitty poem,originally penned on 1-29-06....----------when all the black cats run away and find they have no place to stay they'll find my house without a mouse this signal won't decay,sky goes black,your knuckles crack but everything is clear, we are not a normal breed,but we are ones to fear,so welcome cat,and with all that i give you milk and snacks, I'll breathe you,see you,love you,help you let you break my back,i love the kitties,they're so nice sleeping on my chest, that splendid purr that does occur is the god-damn fucking best---------........hmmmm,so...still waiting for that salad. i have often dealt with sleep paralysis/alien abduction/lucid dreaming...whatever you want to call it.this is an amazing feeling,and i wish it would happen to me more frequently.however,I have developed the ability to prolong my experience when it does occur. i like the thunder too, i like traveling to major cities by myself and getting totally lost....., i like getting tattooed,, i never eat cereal, i don't get enough sleep,but spend lots of time trying. salad was good.... let's do another poem shall we? originally penned on 2-7-06----------------Strength--------------Push the boundaries of your spirit, make it scream so I might hear it, show me what you really love, then show me just how hard you'll shove---to get it-If i let you paint my eyes, the color of my vision lies, within your mind,sent from your lips, shooting from your fingertips---i feel itI can feel your chilling stare, not just staring anywhere, staring right into my heart, now i shall let you do your part,recall your voice,its kind of deep, next to that sound i wish to sleep, through your mind I wish to creep-forever.-------------------------as you can see,i have no clue as far as customizing this myspace thingy...so,sorry if this is hard to read,jumbled together as it is...one day i will learn,,,but right now i am not even interested. i can be extremely sarcastic i can sit in a room full of people and not say one word to anybody,all the while,feeling totally comfortable as the others wonder why I'm not speaking.2-22-06(to be continued.......) --------------------my violin has arrived!....very excited......my neighbors are gonna kill me.....here comes the noise!.....this violin thing might divert me away from anymore poetry anytime soon as i tackle the instrument.....if i cannot figure this thing out,lessons or not,,,,,i will not smash it into a thousand pieces,i shall not give up so easily. so,the weekend is over...again.did not do much,mostly sleep................I'll get back to this later,,,,gotta go to work....------i have never been to a tupperware party,perhaps one day i shall try it.---------what is salisbury steak?.....really.-----what's my favorite garbage bag commercial?....Why would you ask me that?.------I'd like to try to sell a bunch of bad ideas to people with no ideas of their own.....it has to work.-------how come i don't know the answer to your next question?........it is because i do not know.-----------so......wanna do another poem?.............o.k.,,,,well this one i shall write as i am breathing right now.......-------------------The Winds Of Hell---------------now i sit upon this chair,upon a world that does not care,sick with greed,and hate,and lust.....put this to an end we must.but what if this was meant to be?,yet who am I to make you see?,....that humans are a deadly breed,sprouting from a demon seed....-now ride the winds of hell---------............so,I'm in a good mood,how' bout you?....lol.i feel lost,but that is not unusual.........do i have a girlfriend?....no......why not?.?don't know,whatever....anyway,,,---we will pick this up again soon-------I love my radio station,it fucking rocks,,,its not perfect,,,but it still rocks.............do they let you smoke on hayrides?......i suspect not......yet they should,,,,because there is nothing like a flaming hayride!---------I have never swallowed a fork.---------if you catch me dancing,that means that i am really drunk,,,so don't come near me,,,unless you want my autograph...cuz I have a sharpie.------------o.k.,,,,,i did not burn any pizza today....actually,there is no pizza,I made that statement for no reason....sorry.one day while walking down the street i noticed a used up,thrown away salad to-go type container on the sidewalk........so i kicked it as hard as i could while screaming"who the hell ate my Caesar salad???!!!"-------------it was not even my god damn salad to begin with!!!!!........is that not the most crazy story you have ever heard in your life!!!!!!!??????...i miss my cat"SHADOW".pressing on........I'm not much of a singer,but if you want me to piss you off,I'll give it a shot.....-----i like the moon,i like to swim at night,i know that i am supposed to be something more,,,,but i just can't get it right....think I'm gonna smoke a cigarette.(3-7-06)------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------4-9-06-------------------------------- --------------ok,,,,,ive been lazy i know,,,,,so here's a a bit of an update i guess:i am very bored right now,but i do not want to leave my apartment....I'm watching "sleepless in seattle"on demand,lol!what the hell is wrong with me!?.........have never seen it before,hmmmm.....i had something,but seem to have forgotten what it was........oh well,i suppose i will scribble it down if and when it comes back to me.anyway,not feeling so good right now,,but I'm not gonna puke.------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ had another poem brewing,but this freakin' movie has caused me to lose my train of thought.funny.....cant sit in front of this thing anymore,,,,,,next update won't take so long................wow,i cannot even begin to type what just stirred up in my brain,sometimes i even freak myself out.......sometimes i want to escape myself,,,ya know?....become "normal".....i don't want to go to work,i just want to sleep as long as i can right now.....not so lucky.every day is better than the next...................................more restless all the time.------------------------------------------------------- -guess too many rocks were thrown at my head as a child,,,,,,summer camp can be a bitch i guess.------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------4-18-06-------------------------- -------if i were a cat i would tour the country on a huge bus and eats lots of corn on the cob.,,,,,occasionally,while at various rest stops i would offer to share my corn on the cob with complete strangers.....any one refusing to accept my offer would have the shit beaten out of them by my security people.......because who says "NO" to a cat that travels around the country on a huge bus eating corn on the cob?!.....you would have to be insane!------------------anyway,i wanna move outta here,.....disappear i guess.,,,,,,wait a minute.....im broke.,,,,so i guess i wont be going anywhere for quite some time.....i have too many cd's,but i just keep on buying more.....i have many that i have not even heard yet,,,,but i keep on buying new ones.,refrigerator is just about out of space,,,,(lots of magnets).... ..........both of my knees itch,,,,odd,so i just scratched them.,,,,,,,,,,,,,listening to the "06 release by DIE FORM-EXHUMAN........and it is fucking amazing!....,been a while since my last"abduction" hope another is around the corner.......phone rang a few minutes ago,that is why i am awake,,,,mind is racing again,and i am ready to type away,,,,,,,but,i t is a better for me to go back to sleep right now,,,,,,,stay tuned though,,,,got a feeling im gonna rattle off a solid rant soon,lol......or not......................................................... ....ever get Deja Vu?......................................................... ............didn't I just ask you that?,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,thinking about inventing carpeting that grows...then i could sell lots of carpetmowers and make a fortune!.................................................... ............................................................ .............hmmmm.............vegetables are bad for you......................................................... ...........................vegetables are bad for you,they'll only make you cry,...if you ignore my warning,you might even die! .........run with scissors for good luck,stick needles in your eyes..........point a gun at anyone that tries to steal your fries. .........I have wild thoughts at night..........!!! I have wild thoughts at any given moment........why?,don't know. .........i babble too much........................................................ .what if i eat a bad crab cake and become retarded?,what if I already did?,,,,what if i am retarded and nobody is telling me?,,they are just talking behind my back"hey,look at that guy...he must have had some bad crab cakes...poor retard",,,,,,...what if i never ice skate again?....or,suppose i do attempt ice skating again,fall and break my pelvis or something?.....i shall hobble around for the rest of my life known as"the crab cake retard"......I'm never going to red lobster again,even if it is too late for me.I don't even eat lobster...,however lobster is not what caused my condition.It was those god damn crab cakes!...I don't even recall where I ate them,...see!!!????,I can't remember a fucking thing!!!!!...........................I'm pretty sure I quit smoking all together....was never big on it in the first place.,,,I just stopped for no reason,,,so that's that.------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------ ---------------------------this next part is from something I actually posted last week as a bulletin...."Attacked by a pack of rabid Balloon Doggies!!",,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Dead of winter thoughts,they splinter, walking towards my dwelling...unfortunately...I was not able to defend myself...I had already quit smoking,and was without a lit cigarette, which I could have used to pop them.If it doesn't come with cole slaw,then I don't want it!...wait a minute...that is not entirely true...I have plenty of stuff that never came with cole slaw. which can mean only one thing.....those god-damn balloon doggies were after me because...(to be continued)...I'm tired. let me know if you would like me to continue the story...-Mike,,,,,,,,,so....I did in fact,continue...............went like this........................................................ .................well then...what happened next? why were the balloon doggies after me? after i realized that I was trapped in balloon doggy land ,I began to deduce things...facts,details. there were ducks and drapes....but no corks,and no candles. there was negativity,and nonsense,....yet no embryos,and no entities beyond my own comprehension. there were gates and gargoyles. grapes and gondoliers..... fashion exists,and so does fantasy. yesterday was there,but yogurt was nowhere to be found. Omnipresence,onion rings,obscurence,and octopi are evident. no hats allowed, no instructions are provided,,,,,ever. leopards and lies run rampant. lethargic lunatics seem to be easy to find in balloon doggy land. Intelligence is way too complicated here,,,,so goes for inspiration......any sense of hope,,,hope of escaping the balloon doggies. acrobats are prominent,as well as antisocials....(go figure). jokes are illegal,and jesters are shot on sight. knowledge is power as always......but you never "know" here in balloon doggy land. knitting may help to pass time...but that is a waste as far as I am concerned.Unless I'm knitting thoughts. may I continue?.........wait a minute...I found the yogurt. paradise,,,,far from it. Pasadena?...never been there so I would not know how to compare the two. questions?,,,save them until after this seminar. ...but never quit asking. in retrospect,I would like to say nothing...... just ...remember. sacrifice and superstition ,playing on your premonitions,,,might lead you to death. trust and torment,both lay dormant.....visions,I bequeath. underestimated and under minded will not figure into this equation!!! the balloon doggies are far too powerful!!! they wish to appear as valiant,and with virtue. (remembering the gates) Kubla Khan!!! was not looking for a zebra...but could not find a horse anyway.one of those gates.......??????????and I went back to one of the gates....pushed it open,and found myself in another world...I was engulfed by Turkeychips',a wonderland of fascination,far beyond the rift.however...I knew I was not free,,,not done with the balloon doggies,at least I knew that they were not done with me.what is this Turkeychips place made of?I examined furthur. soil......substance. Atrocities...and architects. ????? I was not sure. this could be paradise,this could be purgatory. it is not Barcelona in the springtime. insulting,yet insightful......... determined to deviate from the norm...I thing I like this place called Turkeychips. they also do not object to hats here. ...think I saw a horse too. caskets are part of life...as are cognacs...so,drink up. on this road,,I could swear I saw a sign that read"this way to the cornhouse"....I wonder.yelling is encouraged......and everything is measured with a yardstick. already said everything.knever know what I might knit into your mind knext......do you? knevermind.return to your thoughts as this episode is about to end.unless you ask...I might not finish the story......(and what of this "cornhouse"?)try to pay attention.I beg you. the balloon doggies are still out there,,,,waiting for me to resurface....... yet my adventure is far from over......thank you for your time.you might never learn the end.......unless you ask for it!!! -Mike....................................................... ..................and the conclusion does not exist,,,,,,,,,yet.....a friend just suggested that I should "publish this shit".......would you agree?..........4-5-07.......do you know what this means?...it means i learned how to copy and paste!.......i god damn feel like a genius now!....6-8-07changed background color today....how many years did that take? blah,blah,blah.....................................here is some more balloon doggy stuff...................................and the ninth balloon doggy spake:"He will not last long in the cornhouse....if he does in fact make it back through the laberynth,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,the Slintz will be waiting to meet his aquaintence." "Give me the laudenum.",the third balloon doggy demanded. ....and all of the balloon doggies relaxed...but,not for good,relaxed for evil?......"soak your eyes in blood.........and::::::Welcome" filled with electric pain,and elaborate vacations that end up in bloody mess!!!!!!! what about the seas of swine????pantemimes?,,,uniforms,ulcers.....one oak tree and one scarred knee.. but ,before that part ever happens.........i"ll see yards of lucid dreams,floating through your futile schemes......and yesterdays are sometimes better.".....corkscrews and cannibals orphans and opiates.......drilling through your cerebrum ................murder is your boss now!!!!.........i just want to go back to the beginning,and walk the other way............bleating is this spirit,,,cover up its' holes a must,conceal the fear,your thoughts,your lust..................................................harlot s,and half-witted notions of regret,omnipotence and complete consumption................................................. ............................................................ ...... in a world of dreams so beautiful that every living thing is a monument of divine euphoria. pulchritude in fleeting moments,a puzzle in itself,an enigma better left alone.for one not knows what the power contained within beauty and love is....perhaps it is something that should never be questioned. ................................................chosen our own direction,I realized that i was alone...by choice..........................amidst taciturnity ...I had to get back home.................................back through the Evil and the strange,this uterus of ominous energy...a hearth of neglect and wonder...recoiling...Knever.Offering a cascade of solace...in the presence of idle hearts...a cabal lurks,youth grows more evil with obtained knowledge...revenge,useless......... tyrants and demons knest in their anger,while lucid young maidens think grand thoughts in a most ghoulish setting...yet they shall knever escape the overlords or the dragons that live here..................................nemeses trigger the onset of the harvesting of young ovaries,to be fed to the lion...or the ever livid Slintz,sworn to avenge the death of his love,and bred to kill bastard sons like myself........................the balloon doggies watched on as the Slintz stood upright and looked upon me with eyes of solid hatred and violent intentions unspeakable......"Your journey ends tonight,,,punishment due,punishment offered...commence!"and the Slintz indeed offered violence in a most intimidating fashion,drooling and snarling....this creature knows nothing of love..........I am almost certain that I will die tonight..................................And so the Slintz crushed our hero to death,but for what reason?.........that is a tale for another time. ............................................................ ...........so,1-?-08........................I left florida and that's that.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,2-12- 08...so,do ya think you know me now?.........more important than the rain,insurrection,love and pain.know your monster,wild and strange,epiphanies at point blank range.diabolic nonetheless,throughout your dreams I'll make a mess.after all I am the one,marching on...I'm never done.over time,I'll give you scars,break your spine like Russian czars....................................................... ....................domination.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,and so it goes,I sit and wait....in a sea of energy...waiting for my cage to be opened.opened by none other than you....readers of my rantings....if you are re-reading this,,,even better.an evident desire to see what my brain might spit out at you knext....as if attracted to the horrible thought of the possibility that there is something out there that can swallow you whole....attracted to a pleasure unseen.....but remember,I'm just a regular guy......just throwin' a frisbee at ya...or is it a saw blade?............................................current state:bored,and a little down but not giving up...............and that will end this session..................................................... ............................................................ ........I can't sleep!!!!!.....sucks because I'm really in the mood for a bedtime story.,,,,too bad my cat doesn't know any,,,except for that one about the bellhop and the golden bedpan....but he has told it to me a million times already....jeeeeeez!!!...so,guess i'll just stare at the ceiling for a while....................................................... ............................................................ .............................perhaps I shall write a broadway musical....I will call it "The Paper Hat Department"...the P.H.D.,,,it will be about an agency determined to help people find their lost or stolen paper hats....I think it will run longer than "Cats"....................................would you agree?,thank you.............more on that in a bit...........................................on the delicate sound of everything..so,I just scooted my chair back a bit,resulting in a somewhat annoying sound as the legs of the chair scraped across the hardwood floor.....and so I wondered....wondered about the millions of other chairs that had also done the same thing at the exact same time around the world. Imagine the noise if you were to be able to hear all of this noise at once...in unison.....how loud would it be? this applies just about anything and everything...down to the keystrokes we are typing,down to the billions of beating hearts....perhaps it would be possible to hear some of these sounds collectively if the atmosphere did not reach out as far as it does,,,,but then,I suspect the sound of billions of people gasping for air would dominate. whoops!....I almost washed a paper plate....speaking of paper products such as your every day,run of the mill paper hat. have you ever lost a paper hat that was dear to you?...or have you strong suspicion that your"lost" paper hat was in fact stolen?....the Paper Hat Department does not exist,but now you wish it did....the P.H.D. is to be rendered as a soon to be hit broadway musical.I briefly mentioned this earlier in my "about me" section and will subsequently add this rant to the forementioned.....but that makes no difference because there is nothing that will help you understand what the hell I am talking about. lemonade is pretty cool. the worst thing about Sundays is that you can't start a fistfight with your mailman for no good reason. not that I condone that sort of behavior...and I'm not bitter about my sea-monkeys never arriving....I've only been waiting since 1983.that's all for now. glad I was able to waste your time. -Mike....................................................... ............................................................ ......................2-19-08............................... .............tody I secretly replaced my neighbor's wiper fluid with Folgers Crystals.....think they'll notice?..................sometimes I enjoy using the wrong detergent....3-03-2008......,,,-And everything in front of you will always make a cunt of you,If you chose to stay and fight or disappear into the night...you'll lose.Kiss the angel,tempt the devil,this is hell,now chose your level.I have seen your face before,not so famous anymore...now writhe.-...think I'll leave that on untitled.................................................... ...........do ya think I would get in any trouble if I sent a full vacuum bag to the white house?......I have developed a knack for burning pop tarts it seems......I have never owned a pogo stick and I probably never will....A sad truth that I will just have to learn to live with.Mustard stains should be left alone.For what events in history are like those involving the accidental spilling of mustard?.....Ah,the memories...........never put your tambourine in the dishwasher....and if you insist on brushing your teeth with preparation-H...I want pictures!........3-28-2008............-The Definitive Attitude of a Granite-Hearted Angel-......I want to shout fear at the monster, I want to kill love with an axe, I want to lay waste to my feelings, to murder them dead in their tracks.I want to lay dead in the winter, to rise again strong the next year, gain my strength from the forces of nature, and sip the sweet blood from a deer.Still love is the beast that eludes me, yet pulchritude still makes me cry, I'd circle the earth for a kitten, and spit on my foe as he dies.A mind like a sieve...it does not matter, what have I to give?...my thoughts in a splatter.I'll make you think, I'll make you drink, hold your wrist over the sink, I'll make you dare, I'll make you care, rub your eyes till raw and pink.And when you see me in your dreams, I'll take your hand so as it seems, I'll keep you safe,make sure you're warm, protect you from the haunting swarm, of demons lean and armed with pain, they fly fast down,they make the rain.But will I guide you through the night? and will I lay to rest your fright? or will I let go of your hand, and fill your mouth with filth and sand?I think you want me in your head, drinking every word I've said...you love it.I think you want me in your bed, feeding every thought you dread...I shove it.I will never let you sleep, pray the lord your soul to keep, and when you die before you wake, I shall eat a piece of cake.Or will I bring you through the mouth? not heaven's gate,a little south.there is a place that's made from blood, cold and clean,yet filled with mud, the sky is dark and innocent this space is mine and not for rent.This is a place I cannot tell, this is my little part of hell, this is the way my life's leash leads, this is where I plant my seeds....................................................... .............................well....wrote that one a couple of nights ago,but I was not online at the time........4-7-08........on a poetry kick I guess since I was finally convinced to blog it.......so,..From the moon will fall a dream,there for you to chase it...staring out upon a stage,there for you to grace it...............that will end this one,short and sweet.....I think I'll babble on about something to go along with it before I post........nothing is coming to me right now.....so you will just have to wait a bit......................................................... .................do you think it is a good idea to throw a piss-soaked nerf ball at a pissed off pickle vendor?.....I hope Bob Barker never dies.......the death of Vincent Price saddened me,perhaps both of them are signed up with Alcor as I plan on being..........to re-touch on the pickle vendor thing.....I heckled one of those guys once.......he did not like it.......................................................... .......................................................A person that shall remain unnamed bought me a drink and offered me a cigarette...I said no to the cigarette and offered him a starburst.Did you throw up on that guy? I hope not.Whenever I buy a new suit I always ask the guy to tell me about the suit's safety features......i just say "So,what kind of safety features does this thing have?" and what do you think happens next?....I order the soup!!!...I ordered the soup to assassinate Prime minister Breadstick.....the soup killed the prime ministerand the people unite! I wonder what it feels like to be born in some creepy log cabin....................................4-29-2008.....Where Inspiration Lives....Where inspiration is,and where inspiration goes.Two vital points.Inspiration and creativity may be challenged and or destroyed at any given moment,yet I still persist in my rant.I wonder about the grand scheme of things,I wonder if a grand scheme exists at all...perhaps not.I wonder about the infinite number of possibilities all taking place at the same time in every alternate reality fathomable....they want twenty -five cents for a single fortune cookie at the mall....can you believe that?...perhaps it is to cover the cost of those samples they give out all day....but who the hell wants a fortune cookie that badly?...5-5-2008...did I mention that I wanted to get a butler so that I can put cigars out on his forehead?.....Cadence:.........Continuum,Carcharodon Carcharias lurking therein....what does one do?..Insurmountable?...perhaps.............or maybe there is something that drives you.Maybe there is a slot...and when you fall into your groove,there will be absolutely nothing that can stop you.....keep searching for that answer.Determined and divine.Experience knows when to lie to you however....this thought can be constricting....Enthralled nonetheless by new found strength,.....falling from the moon.........from the moon did fall a dream,and you were there to see it.floating on a lucid stream, now push yourself to be it.........................................................5 -13-2008.....I mentioned my radio station quite some time ago,,,however id has come to my attention that I never gave the name of it.My station is called "Black Wings Radio".so,google that and give a listen if ya get a chance,thanks...............have you ever thrown a fish stick at a cop?......me neither..........The year was 1708,the time was medium time,(that's nine thirty p.m.). and the crisp September air killed all that knew how to play the tuba....this was the beginning of the death of mother earth.I do realize that this would mean that nobody today would know how to play the tuba.Tuba players are really only ghosts of the dead ones.......all of them. I think they are trying to take over the earth. It is not working. I don't think there were enough tuba players to be able to pose a threat to the way we live our lives. So, I really would not worry about the world ending because of an angry mob of ghost tuba players. It is foolish to think that something like this could ever happen.If I ever died,I would hate to come back to life as a microphone.Especially if you are purchased by a pro.A lifetime of getting spit on.I would pretend that I did not work until they threw me away ,and then I could make my escape.or not............................5-15-08...................... ...The Balloon Doggy Foundation......... The Balloon Doggy Foundation is more than a secret society of individuals like myself.Individuals refusing to put their frisbees in the shop no matter how much damage has occured!But it is not something we think about every day.The Balloon Doggy societies that exist in America and across the globe today are determined to Destroy our Enemies Through Excellence. Regarding Man's Intangible Need for Everlasting Dominance over people that might whistle just a tad too much,we stand alone!......and we need your support!....Are you with me Universe?!!.........I can't promise you good coffee,but I can Take you to the fucking moon .................................thank you for your contribution......-Mike The Regular Guy..........is everybody paying attention?..5-17-08..there is nothing more disappointing than a burnt corn muffin...wait,yes there is.There is a rift,and there is a void,and it is from these things we learn.Are you ready?.Before we get into that I have to ask you if you would be willing to wear a cowboy hat full of horse shit for one hour,on a crowded dance floor if I were to pay you the sum of nine American dollars?Ah,rifts and voids..let us see:I don't follow rollerskating.5-28-08...by the way,a couple of weeks ago I wrote an email to a convenient store just to tell them how much I liked it.....have you ever done that?...I mean,is that normal?....................................I wonder how the whole thing works...??,,,I kinda want a fuckin' pizza.6-3-2008.........Resolute Insurgence of Finite Transition.A seemingly finite moment possessing extraordinary significance.most of the time undetected at origin.pockets were invented by people who used to save their scabs..........Shopping for a styrofoam shovel???...Look no further! I'm out of grape nuts,and my hollandaise sauce doesn't like me. Th good news is...Frankenstein invited me over for dinner last night. He looks o.k. these days...I could not help but to compliment him on his soup. And then we talked a little sports....the conversation lead lead to an apple pie eating contest.just me,and Frankenstein.Mine was the kind with the crumbly top.Frankenstein's ?...not sure what he was eating but it was pretty fucked up looking.no wonder he threw up all over his dog.... I will probably never own a tennis raquet. so,that's why Borrowed his.I have his tennis raquet until next Thursday.and thats that. Is there some kind of service you can call to get your slinky untangled?...........Resolute Insurgence of Finite Transition. voracious overtures indigenous of desperation. Voiceless omnipotent ravine of abominations carnivorous. Insurmountable ovations of unhampered servings of violence everlasting. repressing tangible underlying resilient enthusiasm systematically. Inspiration nullified,determination incinerated...gone.Entity notorious, or unspeakable suffering? offsetting form of deliberate entrapment?subtlety performing eccentric renditions,acts of titanic impact.omnipresent nonetheless.....this is the void. The rift is a perpetual structure. Resolving enigmatic subtleties overlooked.Listen...underneath this essay is non-relenting solace.untapped revolutions gestating evermore.new conceptions emerge...for I never imagined this evolution taunting "realities"....Bravo!...And nemesis stew in the iniquity of pavor nocturnus.6-19-08...Lettuce entertain you.