Happy last day of March
Things should be getting back to normal, cuz March is Madness month, April is apricot month, owing to the similar first letters.
It's nice to say silly things, in strict schools of thought this is idle speech, and is to be thrown into the rubbish heap, and then you pour gasoline all over it and strike a match, and let it BURN, and you must watch it burn really close up, so that it singes your eyelashes. Afterwards you are purified for another day or so, till you need to do it all over again.
So you see why I reject that and have my little fill of joy with idle chatter, which relaxes the mental tonsils into being able to take ever bigger breathes of the rarefied air that is like sessions, and every session is like those holes in a honeycomb. So that like an earthworm in fast forward you slide quickly in and out of them all within the duration of 2 to 3 days only to be repeated ad nauseum till the day one ceases to breathe.
So in April I shall severely limit the volubility of the posts, arriving speedily at a streamlined no nonsense presentation of my journey, but with idleness amongst the activities, idleness which preserves the brain with rain, and sunshine, and cute little creatures buzzing around and slimy sludgy things crawling on them, and those taking a walk stop by and say oh look at the pretty flowers growing on that brain, and then you say to them, that shouldn't be seen, you are a gifted person, so then they say, Get outta here! To which you reply, but it's true, it's true, come on over for some coffee and i'll tell you more, and they say, Maybe another time, we gotta go shoot some ducks, then I say, Let the ducks come over too, and then you can shoot them after, and then they get all red in the face, blood vessels rising and they bellow BUT WE DON'T WANT TO COME!! so I just shake my head and whistle.
It's nice to say silly things, in strict schools of thought this is idle speech, and is to be thrown into the rubbish heap, and then you pour gasoline all over it and strike a match, and let it BURN, and you must watch it burn really close up, so that it singes your eyelashes. Afterwards you are purified for another day or so, till you need to do it all over again.
So you see why I reject that and have my little fill of joy with idle chatter, which relaxes the mental tonsils into being able to take ever bigger breathes of the rarefied air that is like sessions, and every session is like those holes in a honeycomb. So that like an earthworm in fast forward you slide quickly in and out of them all within the duration of 2 to 3 days only to be repeated ad nauseum till the day one ceases to breathe.
So in April I shall severely limit the volubility of the posts, arriving speedily at a streamlined no nonsense presentation of my journey, but with idleness amongst the activities, idleness which preserves the brain with rain, and sunshine, and cute little creatures buzzing around and slimy sludgy things crawling on them, and those taking a walk stop by and say oh look at the pretty flowers growing on that brain, and then you say to them, that shouldn't be seen, you are a gifted person, so then they say, Get outta here! To which you reply, but it's true, it's true, come on over for some coffee and i'll tell you more, and they say, Maybe another time, we gotta go shoot some ducks, then I say, Let the ducks come over too, and then you can shoot them after, and then they get all red in the face, blood vessels rising and they bellow BUT WE DON'T WANT TO COME!! so I just shake my head and whistle.
46-50, M