It's Like the Sixties All Over Again Man!
I haven’t posted in a while. Feel as though I ought to. Only problem is: I’ve got nothing interesting to say. Oh well, most of the shit people write on live journal isn’t really that interesting anyway.
So, for the sake of proper form and sportsmanship, I’ll write something anyway. It’s just a waste of time, yours and mine; but what the fuck, this is the American dream in action, man.
Here goes……I just stepped in a puddle of mud. That’s entertaining, right? It splashed all over my shoes and up onto my jeans. But really, it was just a spot of wet dirt. Whoa! Flashback, man. I said that tripping once, didn’t I? Mud is just wet dirt after all. Cosmic, man. Groovy. Can you feel those vibrations? Simple and divine wisdom. So you could say that just now I had a real enlightening experience with some wet dirt.
I’m going back outside to wallow around it in. I’m going to appreciate it for everything that it is. Wet dirt. I’m going to wallow in the cold slimy depths of that puddle and ponder the infinite simplicity of the universe.
That’s it man, my life is changed. I’ll never look at mud, or life, the same way again. Not after an experience like that. How can I ever return to normal after experiencing something as profound as that? It just blows the mind.
Fuck it. It isn’t nearly so profound.
I came out of the end of my father’s dick a long time ago. Is that profound? At that moment, I was nothing to him but a busted nut. But unfortunately for him and everyone else, that jizwad was me. And after I wriggled my way deep inside my mother’s vagina, the trouble all started. And here we are. Life is a miracle isn’t it? When you really sit down and think about it, we all used to be warm globs of daddy’s jizm. It warms the heart.
If only he had wiped us on a napkin and thrown us in the trash.
So, for the sake of proper form and sportsmanship, I’ll write something anyway. It’s just a waste of time, yours and mine; but what the fuck, this is the American dream in action, man.
Here goes……I just stepped in a puddle of mud. That’s entertaining, right? It splashed all over my shoes and up onto my jeans. But really, it was just a spot of wet dirt. Whoa! Flashback, man. I said that tripping once, didn’t I? Mud is just wet dirt after all. Cosmic, man. Groovy. Can you feel those vibrations? Simple and divine wisdom. So you could say that just now I had a real enlightening experience with some wet dirt.
I’m going back outside to wallow around it in. I’m going to appreciate it for everything that it is. Wet dirt. I’m going to wallow in the cold slimy depths of that puddle and ponder the infinite simplicity of the universe.
That’s it man, my life is changed. I’ll never look at mud, or life, the same way again. Not after an experience like that. How can I ever return to normal after experiencing something as profound as that? It just blows the mind.
Fuck it. It isn’t nearly so profound.
I came out of the end of my father’s dick a long time ago. Is that profound? At that moment, I was nothing to him but a busted nut. But unfortunately for him and everyone else, that jizwad was me. And after I wriggled my way deep inside my mother’s vagina, the trouble all started. And here we are. Life is a miracle isn’t it? When you really sit down and think about it, we all used to be warm globs of daddy’s jizm. It warms the heart.
If only he had wiped us on a napkin and thrown us in the trash.