Friday, April 02, 2004


so, the important thing to remember, no, wait, not like that, I won’t start another, um, shit, I won’t even degrade it with a descriptive term. The problem with this much prattle is eventually you’ve uttered every utterance, shit, even that one, to the point where everything you say, every little nuance and segwayed interlude is yet another practice in not just futility but overwrought verbal excrement, ok, not shit, seriously, not like that, but even that, shit, that last bit, where I say seriously, I mean, who overuses that as much as I do? Nobody, zero my hero, even that, used, abused, tattooed on the ass of infamy for all to observe and understand. Or not give a rat’s asshole burger about.

Fuck I could really go for a bob’s big boy big boy burger right about now, not that I’m hungry, but just like one bite, one little smidgen, just to get that taste flowing, and then, just a dollop (used – the term not the dollop) of, well, ok, a little more than a dollop, (massively overused, the ok thing interspersed wither nither all through the hither) of that classically classical chocolate ice cream shake, but like that thick ice cream, na mean? (used, big time) the og style shizzles (used not just by me and mine but a nation of snoop dogg wannabees with gin & juice backstocks throughout southern alabama, oh, no, not that, even the random state reference, which you’ve never even been too) that just kept you going when you were a kid, amazing what those treats and momentoes with doctor dumento can do when a little of the mental scrapplesauce salad comes flying your way.

Oh, used beyond any natural ramifications, the ending of a paragraph, and then a whatever you call it, with some sentence that doesn’t mean jack shit even if you’re driven a sedan through the sudan.