destiny

if you do not make friends with the unknowns, you are destined to live in fear and delusions...

tweet logic

when the tweet you tweeted yesterday does not show up until tomorrow, why bother tweeting today?

what is a button for?

if a button is not meant to be pushed, it is a trap...

beware of people who set traps...

expectations

i am not going to be the person i am expected to be anymore

come to think of it...

...i don't think i ever was

existence

sometimes i wonder if it ever really mattered that i existed...

long time

there was a time when i had the time to spend all my time giving myself the time to make the most of my time for the creative stuff that i love so much like playing with the words that rhyme like this and that is a time i remember from time to time as a time i dearly miss but i don’t have time to remember that time much… kind of like being constipated from lack of bowel relaxation time, if you can get your mind wrapped around that, if you have the time…

fake lip

when did the soap opera replace real life and did you notice how much fake lip is in this world lately?...

crap you believe

is it cynical to believe that the crap you believe is crap or is it realistic to believe that the crap you believe is not crap... or is it?...

the year without review

until a moment ago, there was not even a single entry for this year in this babbling brevity blog... b-b-b-but, there may be dozens someday, which would make this entry less prominent and more poignant, perhaps... who's to decide, anyway?

up the vegans

i have no idea what the title of this entry was referring to, but there are certainly many interesting possibilities... discuss at will...

nothing was here

perhaps it was a year without clever

as if i don't remember

sometimes...

it's just that i don't want to remember because remembering is futile...

like what's the point of remembering the birthday of someone you have no way to say happy birthday too...

or something like that...

wouldn't want to water it down

cuz who likes a wet blog? (no less, diluted)

some crutches are a choice

there are people on crutches because they physically have damaged muscles or nerves in their body... there are people on crutches because they empower fear and shirk responsibility for just about everything in their lives... the first group earns my respect if they overcome self-pity and find joy in striving to be all they can be... the second group earn my respect when they throw away their crutches... tiny tim bless us, everyone...

what?

and still wanna party all the time party all the time party all the time and yet, still wondering wandering on my semi-quixotic quest for someone to love love love (with the obligatory shock value and babble just (just?... is there really any justice in this world?... never mind this distraction, get the point already) to keep us on our toes… and real… you can’t know it all, but you must…

consistency

if i came here every day and wrote something meaningful, something profound, or even just something that i wanted to share, innocuous, personal, general, specific, serious, irreverence, nonsense, or whatever...

would it matter in the end if you missed an entry?

this blog depends on the kidness of strangers

maybe not...

yes, i know, there is too much… too many different thoughts in most entries… too much information… most of the humor is drowned in the words… most of the detail is swamped by the plethora of, well, more detail… it's a self-defeating cycle for the child who babbles who wants conversation, who wants interaction, who wants receipt and reciprocation and acknowledgement and communication… this is why i should keep the entries to a single topic, a single paragraph, even, for anything beyond the first thought is often lost in the waves of distracting asides and above all else, stay true to the title…

but sometimes there is no title...