I am mind-bending reality, getting rolled by things in the mind and spirit, having my body play tricks on me, playing paintball, listening to music, delving into time and space in the metaconscious massconsciousness and sitting here typing on a computer at the public library to tell you about it and its still just a wednesday for me. I know because yesterday was tuesday and it was just a tuesday for me. Oh, and I’m also in one of those ‘funny’ moods this morning, carrying into this afternoon. And, I am still being an asshole on top of it while not looking like an asshole at the same time by blowing your minds and pointing out the obvious from the non-obvious and still filling the quota of leaving a post in this thread in simple-complex format of complex simplicity.
…replying to posts, and thinking about making breakfast and the tasks I’ve got to action for the local Conservative Association/my Caribbean Conservatives group… no-one can say that I haven’t worked for this.
Agreed, turkey bacon is not bacon. I would never buy that stuff, it was given to me so I tried it. Rated horrible!
This is one of those days where I woke up on the right side of the bed and am filled with hope and joy and I want to hug everyone and smile into your eyes until they light up and you return an enthusiastic grin to start your day.
Your name is Mr. Reasonable, not Debbie Downer, Mr. Downer. Oh, even such poo-pooing couldn’t ruin the magnificent day I was having. Today, I resemble a crab apple as I roll on towards my inevitable demise.
The least sexiest pimp to have ever existed…one who’d starve I’m convinced.
That “musician” reminds me of authors who’ve written tons of books and only sold 100 copies covering the lot. What grave did you dig that “artist” out of? Put him back and may he R.I.P.