Austin has become quite the polar party.
A forever and a day ago, I wrote with my digitally encrypted sword and engraved words which will be forever sealed in this pish-posh web of pornography and anti-bush slogans. Yes, I have begun to write--again. Of course, you may believe that a forever and a day ago was not too far in the past, since the last post written was just a few weeks ago.
A lot has happened since then.
I've forgotten how to read books, and that has had a major impact on the way I write, read, and--sometimes--speak this thing we know as English. I vow to buy a book--tommorow!?--who knows, I've lost all track of time.
Looking through this mess of a blog (in a certain amount of disgust), I have cringed, scrunched and shifted all constituents and orifices on my face into any angle, degree or direction possibly imaginable. Some of this--well, it just doesn't make sense. But see, my mindset was according to yours--an outside reader that isn't me. I apoligize. I repent. Let's have makeup love.
And if you've heard, you might have heard correct. But on the other hand you might have not heard all that is true, good, and correct. Correct is a term you should pay attention to, because you probably aren't. Confused? Good, you should intend to keep it that way.
My blogs are written late. My mind is thinking late. And you should be in bed.
Good night, hope to see you again.
p.s. Keystone light comes from a monster who just threw up in its mouth but decided to keep it in his disgusting lower jaw and then died which allowed the vomit to vent through the various pores in his head and drain into the blue aluminum cans that we all hold in our hands because we'd rather fit in than appease our tongues.
A lot has happened since then.
I've forgotten how to read books, and that has had a major impact on the way I write, read, and--sometimes--speak this thing we know as English. I vow to buy a book--tommorow!?--who knows, I've lost all track of time.
Looking through this mess of a blog (in a certain amount of disgust), I have cringed, scrunched and shifted all constituents and orifices on my face into any angle, degree or direction possibly imaginable. Some of this--well, it just doesn't make sense. But see, my mindset was according to yours--an outside reader that isn't me. I apoligize. I repent. Let's have makeup love.
And if you've heard, you might have heard correct. But on the other hand you might have not heard all that is true, good, and correct. Correct is a term you should pay attention to, because you probably aren't. Confused? Good, you should intend to keep it that way.
My blogs are written late. My mind is thinking late. And you should be in bed.
Good night, hope to see you again.
p.s. Keystone light comes from a monster who just threw up in its mouth but decided to keep it in his disgusting lower jaw and then died which allowed the vomit to vent through the various pores in his head and drain into the blue aluminum cans that we all hold in our hands because we'd rather fit in than appease our tongues.
posted by Henry at 4:15 AM
1 Comments:
It's actually from the bottom-of-the-barrel Coors. But you were close.
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