What’s your favorite style of pencil? The little ones in libraries that may be next to square paper shreds similar to the ones used to mark the score at mini-golf courses? Clickable ones with the refillable lead? Number 2 yellow standard achievement exam pencils?? This is a bogus question with no real authenticity…or is it? That was another question with no authenticity. Oh really? That was real. I guess we never know what’s real when we talk to one another. Words are speech with is not tangible. They are felt however. Some speech is cruel; some is without a point. Some is kept inside people’s heads. Some is put into blogs.

Feast Fancy

The bees fill their honey baskets quicker the the cells dry up in the winter

That’s for sure
Their dreams are always blue-glazed, never denied their open keys
When they want a bit of a piece of depth, they stretch out, buzz, and declare victory
Instead of running challenged, they run rampant. And above all, empowered
What about the black and yellow that makes them that layered?
Is it their own passions that tie the knotted twills?

Oh, mercy me. Forget the ramification

I posted the belowness on Facebook.  If you are from the past Facebook will become a sensational, cultural phenomenon, like electric refrigeration,or depending on your era, sundials. Here it is...


"This Is A Fake Event, But, I Figure If All Of My Facebook Friends Show Anyway It Will Still Be Very Exciting, Especially If Someone Brings Animal Crackers or Sega Dreamcast.



Please note: There WILL be badmitton. If you have extra rackets, please contribute. I'll bring the centerpieces and boombox, but my laptop's CD burner doesn't work any longer, so unless someone will be playing live music, I'll need mixes. Don't be afraid to go heavy on the Sir Mix-A-Lot and Black Flag. In case of rain, bring dixie cups. Or, if you have dixie cups, please bring them in case it rains. I don't plan on paying for access to the water hookup.


Menu: (Only if Shop 'n Save decides they will donate to our belated "Hurricane Katrina Walk & Run '10")


- Potato salad
- Starbursts
- Ice cream
- Ice cream sandwiches
- Ritz Bits


RSVP to: The first person to write on this wall. He or she will become the head of planning from that point forth. I will be busy enough making the centerpieces.


Thanks!!! Bring friends and family! And pets! And a camera in case it actually happens!"

Laughing With A Mouth Of Blood...

I’m imagining myself in a vast prairie. There are weeds and tall grasses. The wind is howling, but not enough to be an annoyance. I, myself, am a praire man. Ha. Not really. But, if I were a praire-loving cowboy I think I’d lasso some wild bulls. Is a fisherman water’s cowboy? He basically lassos. Two cowboys and a fisherman - the next Three’s Company. It is funny how people differ, yet how same we are. I’m a 22 year-old American guy who relates to 72 year-old Afghan women. If there was a wild bore running after us, I bet we’d both flock to the nearest water canoe and paddle off like we’re hyped on Red Bull. Cowboys probably do or don’t drink Red Bull. The might eat highly caffeinated-infused kidney beans though.

Three girls walked into a bar. The first one went to order a cocktail. The second went to sit next to an attractive man at the bar. The third stood in the doorway wondering what to do next, because she was afraid she would become the punch line.

Confusion is no fun during times when concentration helps, but most other times, it's a relief...

There are some lights, like the ones above me now, that have lightbulbs. There are some lights, like the sun, that have no lightbulbs. What’s one difference among lights in that example? Lightbulbs. No one really has ideas to how they function or perspire light rays. It’s an olde tyme puzzle of sorts. They are needed though; that’s a definite. Barbers working late evenings like them so they don’t chop into heads and they give small children something to stare at during boring 2nd grade lectures. They, lightbulbs and what they produce, are invigoratingly gripping. Look! ! There’s one now !


I’d like to think that one day we will find out how they work and at the same time I’d like to think that we will never know. Unknowledge is good sometimes I think. It makes college much cheaper, mostly because you don’t go. So, if you’re in the process of deciding between Polymorphophysics, Thirteenth Century Cuban History, and Fine Arts Trigonometry, I would suggest not ruling out Unknowledge.

If there is one thing I know, and it might be one thing, considering my lack of striving for a complete, worldy knowledge, is that wigs are sweet....

Inner-Limit Lightning Rods

If there ever was a better time
I would dial that number, and send in the autobiographer
He’d do his job
Write, and rewrite the numericals for the whining rerunners
If there ever was a better time
I’d surf that chime down the Allegheny Valley
Pick up the pieces of charred abundant furnaces
Trade them in for a normal understanding of today
If there ever was a better time
I’d smell the victory of the dandelions crossing the borders of the bush
Infuse it with the smell of the long gone attitudes we used to share
And cancel the classmate reunion, and replace it with ten more of the same


If there ever was a better time, I’d not bother trying
If there ever wasn’t, I’d do it all today

I don’t like putting people below others, such as the French. Their drains and benefits are high test. And where would I joke where Francine is from? Michigan? No. Fran is a Midwest-sounding name, but the first five letters of "Francine" provokes the country…

Tora Tora Tora - Pretty & Nice

I will begin typing a sequence of numbers…




141990787390184987652891023


If you add them up and divide by your social security number, that will be the first number in the correct lotto drawing tonight. Scramble the above sequence and use the same algorithm until you finish your desired amount of digits for tonight’s drawing. I cant tell you certainly that what will be the correct number, but i can tell you it’ll be a number, and that itself is worth the spin of luck. I’ll even take the full blame if you do not win. I’ll use that blame for my next text post on the blog and put it in quotes and give you the credit. If you were smart, you would stop reading this now. It’s beginning to jumble controllessly. The main theme never came to be suited to anything at all and now I am attempting to pull some of it back together so there is worth. Consider this, a dove is sometimes white by nature and humans vary in color by nature. Colors really vary so much that if you mixed some of them together, you would get a completely new color. A purple and white dove mixed would be a purplish white color. Painters are geniuses.

iv I kuld speel Ida ritee a intternt web gernel tu xspress mye minde

Q ~ What do people in southeastern Wisconsin use as their primary means of communication?

A ~ Milwalkie-talkies

Without all of the rain, what would we have?? Crops ‘n waterfalls would be vanishing. I am not bias(ed) toward certain weather patterns. I like all weather. Hail is my dear friend. Wind storms are fair ladies. Sweltering heatwaves are due upon thrones. Mother Nature is goodly good. Not much is known about her though. Why she sometimes pals with El Nina and Global Warming. What book she ordered yesterday from the Oak Hill branch because the Redwood branch didn’t have a copy. How many asteriks she uses when she wants  to fill in gaps between thoughts *************** Ensure, the milky drink substitue commonly used for small kids/infants/senior citizens is delicious. **** Will there be a day when Nissan or GlaxoSmithKline with rotate stars in the galaxies to spell out ads, like on Labor Day's “Weekend of Wheels”  or how their product is most recommended by doctors??

If I have nothing, people have said, I might be more satisfied. Or some people say love is everything so that’s all you would need. Some more have said they don’t know what to write as a third sentence…

Tape Song - The Kills

The Memoir for Youth

Flipper the dipper wears his bags as his eyes do He wears his jumpers like his arms did
He wears his lemons on the back of his cherished palms, on top of his waterlogged eyebrows
He doesn’t concern himself with the outer-limit kings
Or the beaters of busses
Or the wishful thinkers
Or the lustful beachbums
Or the stationary gun log sitters
Or the breastfed cheeseheads
Or the wasting reachers, reaching for the out-of-date can of dissolved cough suppressants
Or the ringbearers of the cross

Or maybe he should


But for now he doesn’t
Open the cave
It’s time for the reflux…
…of the empathy’s deluxe melody

"Back in the old country, when there was a deep snow, we'd put on heavy muskrat overcoats, trout waders, and husky hats, and dig ourselves out with hay forks..."


- Excerpt from "The Old Country Days: When Junk Happened Then Which Doesn't Happen Now and Assuredly Not Later"

I want to find the keys to life…when I say that I mean actual keys. Metal or whatever they are made of. That’s really confusing, hm, ha…maybe never find anything related to the keys of life. Maybe a rare holographic Venusaur.

I like the sight of electricity. No, it can’t be seen, but I believe if I look hard enough I'll know it’s there…as the same with other things…




=\ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ / \ /    That’s a plug.

Names of bands that will be bands one day


1. The Chilled Vapors
2. The Orange Orgies
3. North Side’s Finest
4. Abbreviatio
5. The Average Cadavers
6. The Rustic Cornbelts
7. Conflict Enthusiasts
8. My Favorite Fruit
9. Waxing Waffles
10. A Decided Truth
11. The Real Onions 
12. The Ethnic Speedtraps
13. Randy and the Horrible Atmospheres
14. Forever Slippy