Wednesday, March 23, 2005

it’s time to twiddle my fingers and make the magic come out. Not that this shit is magic, it sure as hell ain’t, and I’m wondering as to the wisdom of imparting it in the manner of which I do. In fact, I’m wondering about this whole dillio in general and the usefulness of it and, well, not necessarily this being this, but this being that and that and that other thing too. Umm, in milder terms, shit, how could it get milder, I’m imparting nothing. Fuck. Why do I do it like this. What the fuck am I afraid of. Giving away the milk and then the cow can come crash on my couch for a week? Actually that may be a valid concern.