Wind Tickets For Billy

This state, formerly hanging on by barely a thread of life (and Screech's property taxes), has withdrawn all plans of reconciliation with its citizens. People again walk down the streets without caring two diseased carcasses for their brethren. The wind whispers sweet nothings into another man's ear: ruptured ear drums would prevent the absorption, but unfortunately, at this point, it's just lemming like stupidity. Apologies were not, and are not, forthcoming. Good night.

Sequentially placing and baking pie filling in the solitude of grandma's house

This is the sort of title that gets you out of trouble with the authorities. I'm up pretty late fucking around here creating new titles that hopefully somebody can create an illustration for. Let me know if you can.

I recently saw that people can actually get hired to blog. Does this tell me that something is wrong, that something is broken? Does this mean that people use blogs as a primary source for news and information? Is this patronizing of *real*, or traditional media sources? Should I panic and shit myself again like last time? Nope. On the contrary. It's actually way better because a) who gives a fuck, b) who can prove that anybody gives a fuck, and c) I don't really care. I am 100% confident of the information items a-c. The information is highly trustworthy and facts have been checked and so forth. Thus, this blog has become an official and trusted source of news and generalities. News that you can use... for whatever. Christina Aguilera died today in an avalanche. King of the Hill will be back on the air for 8 new seasons. The entire state of New Hampshire has been paved with asphalt.

Jesus built you for corpse handling

That's the sort of title that gets you into hot water with the authorities... unless you're an undertaker and heavily into catholicism or some such thing. Sorry dad.

Pulsating restraint floods the skin

Sometimes you have to consider your daily position in life. Do we really work 40+ hours per week? Do the math. That means you don't have much of a life outside of work (maybe 40 hours?) The solution is not to overlap your capitalistic realities with real life, but that's what we do. It's easier. Spare the world the speech. No blood for the leach.

Keeping the post this short would mean that it would qualify for a "tweet," but I don't play that shit. Here's some short prose:

Arranging crystals of unknown origin into an self-locking pattern
For the benefit of your forefathers
Decrease your volume Chad
Decrease your volume.
Stop.
Look.
Listen.

As the tables turn
Postulate on a new sexiness
Internal driving flower field
Smell it, feel it
You don't give yourself a chance
To do this very often
This is not pretentious
This is awesome
Feeling the fucking shock makes you live
Now go throw a rod into the spokes of life
Live.