Folly. Anything to rest our brains.

4.28.04 Well, here we find ourselves, on the brink of gladness

A lot to say about nothing, eh? Feeble minded field folk never understand. But am I above the laymen? No! So why are they collected together brandishing pitchforks and torches? Noooo!

Here we stand at the end of all things. But an end is always the beginning for another thing, so I'm not worried. Because the things that have ended will not simply become nonexistent, but will in fact become redefined and shifted or in some cases repeated. But repetition, at least on a universal scale, is simply theoretical.

I would like to quote a source only known as mud, who says that he reguritates. Yes, that is the actual spelling. Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but even I find it hard to figure out what that word means. I have never heard it in my living days. But don't remind me about supposedly made up words. I would be maddened.

The hair. Very strange situation I find myself in. I seem to be giving in to the peer pressure (ahem, Kendall). There are many benefits to long hair, such as sticking out in a crowd, knowing that you're hair is the longest it's ever been everyday. That's a gallagant feeling, almost as gallagant as visiting Metropolitan Community. But I won't point my finger in anyone's face, because if I do three laser beams are pointing at my cerebellum ready to slice it into shreds. Some downangles of my hair: Many times it gets in my face. It is very annoying when trying to see if traffic is coming from the opposing direction and your hair is blowing in your face. Ha! Your face! Actually, it is blowing in my face to be pragmatically obstinate. Kendall refuses to let me cut my hair as I wanted to get it cut on the one year aniversary of my last hair cut. She-ite. Things may not always be berrily.

Oklahoma! Jist two days away! Nervous as a veteran with shell shock. Constantly twitching and wincing from imaginary tomatoes and stuck keys. By golly, I shouldn't worry. After all, who has ever added a day to their lifespan by worrying?

Anyone? Anyone? chew on that for a while.

Just like a cow that commited acts of folly while trying to jump over numerous barb-wire electric fences. Or the clown who tried to feed the elephant a laxative. Some things in life should simply never be attempted. Like eating oysters. I don't care what any fool to the google power says, but they're sick. Almost as sick as the Ganges river, but let's not venture to that venue. Shikes. A new exclamatory rendition of utterance. Almost as cool as cripe. Creeping things may always have a place in my bedpost, as long as the chewing gum retains its flavor on the bedpost overnight. Paint repellant from Wal-Mart at o-two-hundred-hours. But we're not on the defensive here. Get out of my house, you cumbersome crackerjack.

As I will now yours, if indeed you are opening your mail on your personal computer, and it isn't portable. I believe I have all the appropriate bases covered.

Farefolly.

Don.

s.p. Things are backwards seemingly in my life these days, as I will try to find a remedy by jumping in a lake.