Blogasms

Boy howdy, don't the blog beat all? Brings us to the quiet congregation of our minds. Allows the useless bits of our existence to breathe bubbles in that clever shade of pink.

Down with the blog, yo.

What better tool to enhance our voyeuristic property with? Bored with the beat, my friend? Take a look at what happened to me today! Painted pretty pictures, I did. Drew blood at the precise moment. Found that vein.

Mama's got a brand new bag, and all that's left is to look inside.

Somebody call the doctor, I need me a spring-cleaning. Call it hoof in mouth. Riddle it with intoxicants and free it into the pulse of the air.

If you listen real close, you can hear the sound of someone rockin' out... of someone eating cereal... of someone washing their car... of someone writing their last will and testament... of someone calling their ex-girlfriend on the phone... of someone planning a murder.

It takes just a thousand miles to smile. Just a upheaval of discontented muscle and bone. The discontinuation of an argument between your face and your mind.

And laughing makes you live longer. And so I laugh like there's no tomorrow.

Hope you do the same.

Z.