I gather here tonight in front of the "GREAT LIGHT."
( You're, . . . wait, wait, wait . . . hold them horses, cowpokes, and cowgirls! Qwestion, do you prefer you're or yer, when I talk to y'all? )
(( I done went and forgot what I was going to say! Does that ever, happen to y'all? ))
LET ME SEE IF I CAN GET BACK ON TRACK BY RETYPING THE FIRST SENTENCE OF THIS HERE POST or THEY'LL POSSIBLY NOT BE ONE TODAY! REBOOT YA SEE!
I gather here today in front of "THE GREAT LIGHT." I type in the dark. Now that does not come as a surprise to you . . . DOES IT? Man o man, I just love a ferking with these here wurds! You know I just bet you, I can ferk any word up. How many people you know who can't spell the proper spelling to ferkin"?
A thought just smack-dabbed me, whilst runnin' through me sinus headache.
Yer thinkin' rite now, "ahh, does poor Glen have a sinus headache?"
"NO!" why would you think that?
"LAND SAKES . . . HONEY, YOU'RE OUT OF CONTROL!"
"Who said that?"
MAYBE, I SHOULD JUST CHANGE THE TITLE OF THIS POST TO "YESTERDAY'S POST CONTINUES." THAT HAS A MIGHTY NICE RING TO IT. TROUBLE IS, I DON'T REMEMBER TOO MUCH ABOUT YESTERDAY'S POST! ((( Imagine that! )))
I GOT TO GET AWAY FROM THIS DARN POST, FER AWHILE. I'MMA GONNA CHANGE CHANNELS AND WATCH T. V. FER A SPELL. In case I ferget to come back, just reread yesterday's post!
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How it is three hours later. I eased my lazy boy, lazy chair back, place a throw over me. Me and the dog took us a nap. My dog can nap anytime, anyplace. I'd planned to watch one of them Law And Order shows, that seem to always be on. Relaxation my ass! I went to sleep! Have no idea who got killed, oh well there be a hundred other shows showing death. I did not miss nothing!!!!
I confess to being silly, that's what keeps me a going. You know even though I know my mind pretty good, I think there is much uncharted, territory and I want to explore it! Please tag along with me as I search the far corners of my unused cranium OR just maybe a wandering soul will swoosh down tired of wandering and be a ghost writer! U shit . . . I'd LOVE IT!!!
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