Life Starts at 39

 Once something happens, the memory of it becomes slightly distorted by the experiencer. Distorted by experience, emotions, the chemical having's and have-not's going on throughout our bodies...     cells banging,     reproducing by fucking themselves Wouldn't we be in trouble if one day, our sperms all of a sudden grew minds of their own. appendages too!     And ran off? months later only to come back and ask me why I never cared for them or took them in as my own. They'll be all decrepit and smelly tadpole frog humanoid mixture. Some lost arms, legs, part of their heads or tail chewn off. nibbled on lovingly? I don't know if these things had sex lives and if they had they're all brothers but those rules prolly don't exist considering their life span being so short. once they've planned it all out they are dead... too bad..     I lovingly explained to them that sperms, traditionally, are meant for: the  toilet bowl the towel a napkin in...

Elon ifn't trump 

 I made it so dont break it  you can steal it but ill feel it you wouldn't know what to do with it even if you had step by step directions way over your head like giving a computer  to an infant greatness is wasted on     the likes of you.. Because you're so corny that you talking? so boring.. your leaving me, snoring because you're saying nothing! so many syllables so much of my time leave me alone becuz youre still saying nothing tomorrow  ill be  stronger so much ever  longer but for you cannot say a thing not nothing!

The steps                     Moving                                         Forward                                                             Always                                           ...

 Some women… They are just a joy To watch. One leg passing the other They rub, just in the bit a way Of the other forcing The caboose to Shift Causing a bounce That cant be helped. Ba-boom Ba-boom Aaaaah… Aint nothing wrong with That Some can Ice skate agloss The floor While others bound and bumble About some more. But what really makes them great Theyre all different Inside and out.  

Today I was going to try to plan out how I wanted to design my blog.  At least plan out some format for my blog, so I can enjoy it at least. so, YOU, the Reader, aren't confused out of your gullet. You pro 'ably already are and that's ok.  It's not a crime to be confused or offended though. Unless you're stupid.  Contrary to popular belief but taking offence can be a very rewarding experience. For example, getting offended helps us to understand who we are, and what it is, that we believe. As well as, how far we will go to fight for what we believe.  It really shouldn't even be a problem when anybody does get offended. As you can't really make anybody do anything that they don't choose to do. you can influence or sway people.  Ultimately, they have to CHOOSE to GET OFFENDED and if anything, you are just removing the kinks or flaws from their armor without their consent. The thing is, they wouldn't ever think of it themselves, without they outside...

 I Don't even think im 39 yet. But I feel I am already there. As my life is beginning ahead of 40. It's only a few months away, but who has time to worry about specifics? I am also drifting away from creating music as I dont really have much to show for it, but a catalogue of unfinished tunes and i mean... fuck.. a pile. a digital wasteland of unfinished projects. Concept albums, interwinding reoccurring thematic melodies bringing with them a sense of purpose and importance that what you are doing right now, listening to these tracks, your doing God's work, the sacrifice you're making right now.. No they weren't that bad. I just wanted to make something that wasn't going to waste your time. That however is thinking too far into it, as its not my business. If you choose to waste 30 minutes of your time, so be it. That's what you want to do. It's up to you to decide if that's a waste of time or not. I know you didn't come here seeking that nugget o...