I have no idea what I'm bout to write about.

It could be my inanimate weakenesses

no.

It could be my shuns.

nah.

Me thinks it's about humans again?

Of course...it's always about humans

but most of all its about how when I am drunk i can't type and I've already spent more time deleting than I have actually putting down words,

Damn cheese pooufs of the cheeto sort

and BEER SALT because it makes beer actually taste good.

and my left eye is terribly closed to prevent double vision.

I think my friend is fed up with me and thats fine cause I'm fed up with her too.

I don't know...fucking humans....I despise so many of them, yet, not more than I love...wha tis love versus despiseation....it

is

a silver string never been broken.

ANYTHING that comes out of a humans brain is automatically ridiculous.

It's the ones which have enough gall to claim their ridiculous

that get to have it in joy

see....ridiculous

comes in other forms, doesn't it?

Stress

Anxiety

Awkwardness

Lameness

General discomfort

more humans than not are put out of their "comfort zones" by ridiculous.

Ridiculous has a comfort zone too.

Only it's more fun

it's

cuteness

comedy

spontanaity

children

creativity

and admirable accomplishment, really.

Now which would you choose?

"Oh dear, now don't sleep on one side of your head for too long, it will hurt your ear."

Strange thing to utter as car door slamming words.

I say! Who are you here? I see no full length waist skirt proclaiming your status. Do you wear a hat? No? Just that zebra print tunic, then?

"Well darling, I'll have to make some recommendations for you. I have all the connections, really. You just pipe my name and have a seat, throw in a dollar and a wink and you'll get a massage if you know what I'm saying."

The radio wasn't playing. If it were playing, certainly nothing I'd have listened to would have played. I'll tell ya, you wouldn't have played it.

She said, and now, don't repeat this. She said she was a garbage digging child.

"My faith will not falter. I know how this situation should be. I'll have hope. Hope I say! I'll hold onto it and keep it for my own. I'll let it guide me! My hope will prevail, my hope will shatter all my misfortune, my hope will carry me through the night!"

Just so long then. You keep your gloves by the banister if you know what I mean, dear. Now lets get you a little gin, shall we? You keep quiet in the meantime. Keep your brow ironed.