corncobconfessions

he was no smarter than a leaf blower, but he could do things with his tongue most women only dreamed of. 

britches, ditches, itches, witches. nowhere to go with this but back to basics for seconds at buffet where consuming  words with reckless abound is as beautiful as it it weird; if not totally reasonable. ah shucks, folks, just shucks. another snowstorm: 4-13-18. one need be flexible in a world where loyalties  change as quickly as wind. enemies becoming friends. friends enemies. whichever way one looks, confusion and frustration look back. honestly now, are you getting fat? Some countries have begun to ship computers with pirated software, which may be infected with malware. Don't be afraid to ask where your computer was made when making a purchase.  Find out the store's or company's return policy. HELOISE  on and on and on about nothing. but then, nothing ventured, nothing gained.  and on and on we go.  and now, this: for all of you, may have been worried: you can ...

in a nightmare, interrogation is key. without such, we dream aimlessly. wandering between dreams, screaming out incoherently. nightmares become us. becoming our everything. fighting with self, our only enemy. dealing with madness causes much assuming and even consuming. consuming what, one may ask? don't, it's a trap, holding one captive  long past one's expiration date. we should let madness consume us; much easier living in madness than the alternative, living inside realm of reality, where most everything sucks. and most everything has expired.

there is always that chance hell will freeze over when we are all asleep, and we all miss that prestigious event. such a shame. such a shame to miss such a prestigious event. well, hell, sleep well all you so lovely who and what's out there. riding high in the sky flying high above the clouds between heave and earth. we belong to neither heaven or earth. we are the mist, mystical.  vapor adorned flying high. can only push a farce so far before that farce pushes back and pushes back hard; leaving farce pusher scrambling for answers and safety.  coffee news Whenever I smell salt water, I know that I am not far from one of the works of my ancestors.  Robert Louis Stevenson

politics is a dirty business unpleasant, distasteful backstabbing mentality  switching friendships  without a moment's notice without reason cutthroat bastards searching for their next victim care not what grey dog cries should come as no surrpise grey dog within smugness lies born but to criticize  thought we would be fine and we were for a time but then mother nature had other plans and broght our picnic to an abrupt soggy end coffee news

as far as facts go, there's always some crackpot  willing and able, screw with facts to fit in with personal agendas; not concerned with status quo. let it rip, crackpot, ho, ho, ho.  feeling suddenly lethargic. no, no suddenly about it. been lethargic since reality smacked me between the eyes. now, since shock wore off, lethargic will carry me, stick with me till end of days. and probably far beyond. whatever far beyond entails.  keeping one's sanity as all around us insanity reigns heavy only strong survive.  irrefutable arguments when whether fat chance or chance so thin, becomes transparent. chances only offered once. go ahead, take a chance, only offered this one and only one time, this time. go ahead, don't be a loser. don't stand around only marking time, squandering love and money.