Hey! I’m writing here!
(Fleeting thoughts seem to fly away. Okay? That’s Okay, Right? Isn’t it?)
“Now Go fuck off and leave me alone. And while you are leavin’ me alone, make me some more coffee.”
“and thanks for the pepperoni.”
(Sorry.. vague Lenny Bruce reference)
I actually said this aloud to my much maligned invisible muse. Bless her heart.
The dog walked over to me and inquired, “Hey! Rance!” (he cannot pronounce my name. He is a dog after all) “Rance,” he said. “You OK Bubba?”
(Overheard by some fly on some wall in some other multi-verse.)
Probably it was just the wind.
‘Tax Day’ (they say) Means nada to me: means Bupkis! (great Yiddish word: use it in a sentence today and then it is yours for all of maternity)
Why? “‘Cause I had no income last year. That’s why!”
Oy vey! Yep! Good thing ‘bout that there: No taxes.
Moving on to today’s post…
(Oh yeah: first order of business: “The Daily Lenny”)
Well, You May Find it here, whisked into a long post about a mechanic. Yes. You will have to work to find it. So Sorry.
Let us paws for a second.
(Goddamnit Lance! Enuff with the fucking puns!)
Take a breath.
“This is swerving dangerously close to being another rant.”
“Yes. I know.”
Now Where was I?
Nope (but their ‘Breaking News’ is ‘bout to break my spirit and my capacity to love anyone)
Serious for one second. I weep for those family who lost family on That Plane.
*Whew! Now we got that sentiment out of the way…*
Still trying to Move On Dot Org…
(Just kidding—I do not even know where that is)
More Breaking Fucking News!
Some idiot on CNN just said, “Let us be Frank.” (and Tom, Dick, and Harry)
(not sure in reference to what—generally—I only half-listen, but that one caught some vacant, unused part of my ear)
*Still trying to move on and find a purpose for this purposeless post*
Y’all know what?
This is gonna be an “all-day” project.
There is just too much shit running about in my head.
I will get back you.
As they say:
To be continued…