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Dhi Only One tagged me.
I am thinking
…With my brain and not with my genitalia. (Well…maybe someday)
I said
…I was out of town when the crime took place. But the cops did not believe me. They threw me into prison and I had my android henchman bust me out off that joint. We escaped through the sewers. And there we ran into Ras-Karfur, the alligator lord of the sewers. Many had faced him and had failed. But I had a shotgun and so in short order he resembled pâté de foie crocodilia. But just at that moment, when I thought I was home safe…Space Ninja Pirates from Outer Space.
…Fuck.
…Far too much.
…Far too little.
I want
… Stuff. (Refer to statement made with respect to regret)
…Two supermodels, a pair of handcuffs and butter. Lots of butter.
…That which I cannot have.
I wish
…I have no truck with genies. None whatsoever.
…That…Yeah, not gonna type that.
…That…Or that.
…That…Um, that’s just plain nasty.
I miss
…
I hear
…The circus is in town.
…The sound of music.
…The lamentations of their toasters.
…That the Nazgul ride again.
I wonder
…”Paint your own pottery studio” or …”Paint your “own pottery studio””
…”Who the fuck was
I regret
…That I am not the kind of person who shares his regrets.
I am
…Spartacus.
…As transparent as a concrete wall.
…A transparent concrete wall.
…A member of the Human Saunter.
I dance…
…When just the right amount of drunk. (And I was past that point on Monday, so stop throwing that in my face!)
…Badly
…The Light Fantastic.
I sing
…In the shower.
…Of my deepest feelings. (Yeah right!)
…In the car.
I cry
…No I don’t. And you do not have the proof to say otherwise.
…Except during ET.
I am not
…What I was four years ago.
…Spartacus.
…A nice person.
I write
…Like I speak.
…Stuff that I will never publish.
…Inspirational tracts for the spiritual upliftment of mankind. (Fuck! I’m pretty sure upliftment is a word. Damn you Word’s red squiggly line.)
…To a captive audience.
I confuse
…Myself.
…Others.
…Stuff. (Refer to statement made with respect to regret)
…Alien Ninja Space Pirates with camels.
I need
… Stuff. (Refer to statement made with respect to regret)
…Two supermodels, a pair of handcuffs and butter. Lots of butter.
…what I cannot have.
I should
…Do stuff. (Refer to statement made with respect to regret)
…Hit the sack soon.
…Lose six pounds.
I finish
…With a bang. BANG.
…With a whimper. Yelp.
Well, since we link to the same folks, everyone else who reads this blog consider yourself tagged. Email me your posts or the links to your blogs.
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