Funny thin, civilization in all its blemishes and glory is a hazard to the Earth a mere blemish
On its face. Haha I made a joke about existence I'm awesome. No in reality all is well and right I assume theres no reason to think otherwise, I just finished a song I'm really proud of. Wow time fucking flies. Things are real weird round my parts fer shure. I dunno. Somehting is coming unhinged in weird land I believe it to be focused around my general vincinity. I dunno I'm not gonna dick around with this anymore cause I don't wanna say a lot. what tonight then kids\? Word salad? Bedtime story? Gosh I just don't know what I got. hold on I'm gonna do some free associations then see where it develops K? Well ok I gotta get something off my chest first. Insignificance is amazingly subjective. Funny how much you matter and don't matter in a single day. But ahh anyother pseudophilosophic things? Ah gosh this is a fun entry for me but you're kind of sucking at this point nothing really entertaining. Well I did convince a young lady in dakota I lived in Dakota and developed a horrible fear of hay because a horse kicked me into a bail and I got horribly cut and from then on couldn't even be near a field of hay. Hope you like that its a true story. Alright I'm feeling bedtime storyish. Once upon a time there lived a carsalesman b the name of Frankie Eduardo Gonzalez, who had a HUGE intrest in alligators. Not the skin but the essence of alligator the kind his proud german heritage had been admiring since the days back in 1908 when men were woman and thouroughly enjoy a nice chardonnay. He longed for a day when he could fulfill his destiny of Outback Alligator tamer and rider. Though he had a horrible case of shingles which prevented his catapult to stardumb. He worked and worked selling hundreds of vehicles to unsuspecting people and wild geese he lured into his sales den of love. "GODDAMMIT, Johnson" he exclaimed. His sales record had peeked aagain as number one and no help from insurance or otherwise. He was on his own to battle this disease of the heart and it wore him down. He fought in giant battles with unsuspecting Mordus Riticulai which had the cream of the crop as far as health care. Though none used it due to their status as the viral equivalent to a mysize barbie. Only there version had a more "I'm going to fucking kil you" cuteness rather than "If you own me you're a bad man" cuteness. Which if understood would destroy the minds of lesser en and cacti. Gonzalez went home to his wife broken again and forced to suffer one more day in the sales pit. His own personal hell had been discovered and throughly inserted to his normal everyday life. TO this his wife said "RUINATION and sedation! A curse befallen ontwixt thee I will see the ending of this mad play through but you'll never convince me to SEE the ending". She shot herself. THough sad he knew it for the best. His own failure had convinced him to see that he promptly gave up and drank until his feelings were mere specks on his psyche. Of course the err of his ways was duly noted but t was years before he realized he too was a man of many cultures like the rest of his lowly egg brother. He knew then the spider king would rue the day he crossed his path. Through hedge maze and supermarket Gonzales ran, walked, enjoyed a pleasant luncheon. Years pass and his beard grew to immense sizes. He flew an ICBM rocket for a while and crashed landed in a sea of unheard of substance roiling and turning its water red and orangethe phosphorus lighting upon its surface a streak of blue he could see zagging for day. TO this he gave up upon seeing the err or truth he just wanted to enjoy his last moments before his human shell cracked to reveal his insectoid form. No butterfly was he but a spider smaller in size than the mighty king but bigger in heart. He knew that this whole event was a farce amere distraction so he layed his eggs and waited for his brood to eat him to resart the amazing cycle.