I have ideas in my head.
What's interesting is that they're in the same of unintelligible electrical impulses that are somehow programmed to interact in one fluid motion to conjure thoughts of color, a plus sign and knee-jerk.
There's an idea that point masses don't actually exists. If they did, a collection of such masses that stretched, let's say, a 10000 miles, could be pushed on one end and the other end would move instantly. This of course makes no sense...because of Einstein and all his relative nonsense.
When I hit 60 I'll let my hair grow out (assuming I still have some), blow up a boiler on my face every morning after the shower and ride my bike around with my pants tucked in to my wool socks.
I keep liking the impossible. Adidas told me that impossible is nothing. Ergo I apparently like nothing but if that is the case then my version of the dictionary is broken. Nothing - not a single thing.
It's the fifth abbreviated paragraph common to blogging and emailing and ____ing online activities and still no title. I'm getting a little concerned.
Some day I hope to change the world. In some unstoppable tour de force I hope to own this oyster that is the world and clink my martini glass a la mad man. I can't invent lying, that's been done, first by some tiny parasite that hid just a little extra food for itself and then by ricky gervais in that cunningly smart new genre that mixes low-cost production with wit and dry humour. Spelled OU because I felt like it.
I'm excited to find myself with grey hairs. Or is it gray? Maybe a spot near the front to give me a faint de-bon-aire attitude. Or a full head of white hair, the kind you find on the board room types in oil paintings immortalized in the hallowed halls of a strange building where they never set foot. Not willingly at it.
It's Saint Patrick's church out there.
Go Green!
keep em coming
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