Today while lying in my hammock, I got to thinking about how things seem to get screwed up, especially on the Internet. It is the nature of the beast, it gets us all, and the reasons are fairly simple, nothing complex about it.
Overcast and cloudy today, kind of a sad muggy day in Oklahoma. Don’t feel like writing, surely do not feel amused or funny, so I am going to take a pass on the daily post.
Yesterday I drove 150 miles to say good-bye to an old friend as they laid him to rest. On the way home, driving on a two-lane bumpy road, I bounced it around my head. He was out for a walk on a country road, drunk comes down the road, swerves and kills him. Six feet either way and he would have been alright, just doesn’t seem possible, but it happened.
She kissed me in the cash and prizes (your junk, privates, twigs and berries) and then she took me to the ground. Mmmmmm nice dream, please stay, don’t go.
Pills are kicking in, the pain is being masked by the drugs, and slowly going away. Which is really a good thing, I should stop talking to people wearing Bluetooth headsets by the end of the week. They in turn should stop looking at me like a dowdy old fool.
This year (which is incidentally better than half way over), I have learned some new tricks, smoothed out some new wrinkles in my life. Learned if you see a notice on a FakeBook site and it says, “Closed Site” or something stating it is more or less private, then it would be a good deal to pass.
You are a euphoric type. You touch others with your humor, laughter and love. You radiate bliss and that is highly contagious. Your vitality flows through you and all who are lucky enough to know you. When one thinks of you, they automatically have to smile. Why?”
Y’know while we are running around like dogs, chasing our own tails, on this racial crap. It might be time to make changes, b’sides the flag thing. I don’t think white people should be trying to dance like black people. Stop it! Stick to your Lawerence Welk Poka’s and waltzes on Public Telvision. Another thing that you should drop is that repulsive country line-dancin that you do and just try and be yourself. Be proud! Be white! Be lame and get the ____ off the dance floor.