Hello there, wass up! It's another day here in Daisyville. A fictional, yet nonfictional account of a man in the last act of his play. I do have a good, well really good imagination, but my accounts and happenings while writing my latest adventures in "comedy of errrs" are true. That's why I have waited so long in placing them on paper, ooops, placing them on this screen, through the damn keyboard! Oh my God, then it goes somewhere, to someplace, and somehow, you can get it. You know sometimes me and Mr. Keyboard get along right nice. It's like we are in tune, then we're fighting like cats and dogs. Neither seems to win, we turn and try again another day. That's why I try to write a post a day hoping someday, me and Mr. Keyboard will become a team. There has to be a reason why, it's easy sometimes and horrific others. Maybe I should talk softly and caress it for a moment, instead of after I'm having trouble and we are not getting along use these words, you stupid ?*&@#$%^&*???!
Possibly, maybe, I'm not totally convinced, but maybe there is something to getting in a zone, or zoning the world out or getting in a boat and going down a stream to get in the screaming for consciousness shite, or a spirit helps or I fall to sleep and Mr. Keyboard and Mr. Monitor team up and say "we best help this old fool" I don't know, I throw up my hands and say, "I don't give a rats arse, no more, I'mma, gonna. sit right down, and write a little somethun, somethun!!!" No matter who's helping me! Unless of course the computer screws up or the guys at C.E.R.N. BLOWS US UP AND WE'RE SWALLOWED UP INTO A BLACK HOLE OR SOMETHUN!!! SHOULD I BE C-O-N-C-E-R-N-E-D AT ALL ABOUT THAT?
Sorry you see that's why I be somewhat concerned about them mad scientist be a ferking around with that shite! They'll blow our arses to Uranus or farther. I say " don't be a playing around with that God particle stuff!"
I say "if they have been making automobiles for over a hundred years and can't produce automobiles without recalling them and having to repair them, don't . . . I say don't be a playing around with that hog, bison, something or the other particle."
I DO GET CARRIED AWAY SOMETIMES . . . DON'T I?
WHAT KIND A WRITING DO I DO HERE ON GLENVIEW?
I AIN'T A NEVER GONNA KNOW, AND I DON'T WANNA KNOW. I ABSOLUTELY HATE LABELS! I BE ME, JUST PLAIN OLD ME, AND I SITS DOWN HERE, AND MAKE THIS HERE TYPING, POSTING, BLOGGING, OR WHAT, FUN. IFFUN SOMEDAYS A STREAM WANNA FLOW THROUGH ME BRAIN, FINE. IFFUN A SPIRIT WANNA WRITE A LITTLE SOMETHUN, SOMETHUN FINE!
ALL I WANT BY CHRISTMAS IS FOR ME AND MR. KEYBOARD TO GET ALONG!