roommates

if you read this, you would know more about how i felt and why things are the way they are... but you might not want to face reality or truth or me... that is probably why we don't talk about it... if we talked, we might work out the stuff in the way, the stuff we are not happy about, the stuff that creeps up and causes our tension and mini-explosive moments... relationships of any kind can be tolerated for mutual benefit, but they improve when honesty actually happens and they are frustrating when frustrations are not discussed and resolved... if you read this, you could ignore it... the way you ignore the clutter most of the time... but the frustration bubbles up and bites us now and then... i can only guess that for you this is an acceptable trade off so you do not have to delve into the reasons for your betrayal of trust... for me, your not delving into it prevents me from trusting you or processing the betrayal... so we live in clutter and disarray and neither of us like it but i let it be and add to it because the frustration of lack of trust is unresolved and you have your reasons that you do not share when i ask... if you want to de-clutter, talk about it... that's the first step of doing something about it... if you read this...

oh look, a squirrel...

1 Corinthians 13:11

did you ever consider that maybe it meant When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I felt as a child, I thought as a child. Now that I have become a man, I have lost the child. In other words, in accepting the concepts of being grown-up and taking responsibility, you lose the wonderfully clear perspective of innocence and simplicity that leads to truth that only children maintain...

of course you who wants to face that depressing thought...

it might suggest that everything we think we know is wrong and more specifically, that becoming a man means becoming the self-destructive suicidal ignorant fear-filled beings that any child can see we are...

oooo, look at the pretty butterfly...

not just for the shock value

but it's just so easy to pluck on human fears and prejudices and without buying into them, it's just too easy to find the ridiculousness and stupidity and even the danger of believing in things you don't understand and then you suffer (thank you stevie) and while i mock and laugh, i really pluck in the hope that awareness and awakening and enlightenment might come out of the provocative words you read here instead of just anger or disgust or some ignorance judgment...

what?...

fuck a duck?

of course that is not as awkward as suddenly remembering you have a penis when a child climbs on to your lap... i wonder about people who forget they have super sensitive nerve endings in their genitals, i mean, do they just turn them off somehow?... or perhaps they don't and just learn to hide it well... is that perversion?... perhaps you are uncomfortable with this conversation that you are not participating in... no worries, it is almost over and like all the other conversations you have not participated in, it will shortly be replaced by another conversation you can ignore... perhaps we forgot the title of this blog, aye?...

oh, well, just look at the time... off to church with you now...

or bed, if you've been up all night like me...

either way, nite nite :)

realigion

the real ligion, or legion, as some spell it, is coming and after a major cataclysmic event that whipes out tens of millions of people including the president, the republican nominee is elected into the new west coast white house and declares marshall law because paranoia runs rampant and fear grips what is left of the usa and the mormon christians lead all the other christians into a holy war that first secures canadian and south american oil reserves to protect them and then invades the middle east selling the jews as the chosen people so they support the war even if they don't know they are to be born again and anyone opposing the latter day saints army suddenly start disappearing in droves and some underground opposition are calling the new mormon president the anti-christ and then the news is blacked out and the sky falls...

see, the mayans left this message on my answering machine...

bestiality is wrong unless the beast is on top

disrespect for the office of the president of the united states reached a new low this year and somebody wondered if it was the unspoken subliminal racism still festering like a python's gobutit under the liberal equality preaching that am radio jocks love to profess as if they invented tolerance when we all know they are smirking at the gullibility of their audience and when i saw the billboard nigga fooled us in '08, neva again! as i was driving a very rural and of course religious stretch of i10 across the south sprinkled with anti-abortion and pro-military billboards and i knew somebody must be right so kick a chicken across the road and call it macaroni as if it is righteous brothers, or indignation, or at least indigestion as the millionaire lowlife are coming out from under their rocks to wash their stinky socks in public again because it is a presidential election year... and god save the queen...

i coulda sworn i had a blog for bowling

that i created a blog called botts, aka babbles on the toilet seat, somewhere in my travels through the cyber blogdoms, but it was just not to be found as i looked down the list of blogs so the entry below appears here cuz, well, where else would you put it? (in that blog called botts, of course, whenever it's created, but it's not so there)...


if you really must know, i roughly estimate that i deposited twenty pounds or waste into the porcelain receptacle over this weekend (and it ain’t over yet)… i know way too much tmi, but that’s just one of the exciting features of this blog and what we are here for, after all… on the one hand it is a blessing that this body can still process so much food from healthy to junk in such a short period of time (yay for the holiday season, no doubt) and on the other hand, it is a cuse that this body does not get sick enough to make me stop such ridiculously suicidal (but ever so fun) pig-out binges of culinary and oral self-indulgence (check out white wolf café next time you are in town… yes, a restaurant review right here in botts, can i get any more . . . oh, fill in your own description term this time, will ya?)….

nyuk nyuk, narf :)

no barf :)