I look for something and it’s not there. I look again and again. Then the next time it magically appears. Is this some mind control being exerted by an unseen presence? Is it related to people with a sudden compulsion to massacre schools or public places? Has my reality skewed into one of the plots of, M. Night. Shyamalan? Am I crazy?
The answer of course is yes.
Among my other daily struggles, I seem to find an inordinate amount of parking lot cock rings. Four things at the grocery store now costs $20.00. I am accused of being a hoarder on a daily basis. I prefer collector. I come close to animal hoarding though.
I live in the Age of Information and I’m addicted to it. I like to think that I digest more information in one day than people would have in one year back a hundred years ago. It’s an evolutionary exercise. Also people in the future will no longer need emotions. Emotions are for the birds. I’ve already stopped using them. Productivity increases, information is assimilated and the wondrous dystopia begins.
My 97 year old neighbor died Sunday before last. I still think of him driving his late late model Cadillac down the street and waving to me from at least fifty yards away. Or showing me how to properly swing an axe. You let the weight of the axe do the work. And how to gracefully survive the discovery of a dead body found under your house.
Through a work connection I heard a tale about a recent sting operation to round up the hookers in a certain part of town. The odd bit of it was, is that one of the girls didn’t have any arms. She just had little flippers like a Thalidomide hooker. That’s some kinky hard up hookin’.
So anyway here is some porn from Mardi Gras that I'm tardi gras in gettin' to ya.
