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2006-08-07 - 8:35 a.m.

bullocks!


I am beginning to have a strange affinity for that word, much as I have an even stranger affinity for Smash, who planted the word between my ears (little did he know it would grow and become part of the madness that pours out of my fingers most every day, aye?)... for in my way of thinking (which may very well be bullocks!), everything has a fairly equal potential to be bullocks! because anything is possible and in that sense, we can conclude that everything is bullocks!...

let us summarize, ipso facto fashion:

if:
anything is possible
then:
everything is bullocks!


now, it might just as easily be presented that everything is not bullocks, considering that anything is possible... and to relieve you of the burden of reading through seven hundred lines that lead to the following point, you can breath a sigh of relief and take my word for it that we can ultimately conclude that everything is anything and bullocks! are bullocks!...

I rest my case...

I mean, what good is carrying around an empty case... logic dictates that no one is going to fill it when I am carrying it around, but the possibility does exist in stronger probabilities that if I rest my case, preferably outside of an established pub, then it might be filled with some rich stout or stout ale or anything that would make it worth my while to pick the dang case back up...

of course I'd probably not drink as much as Smash, being that he is a professional drinker and I am but a retired drinker, but for certain people under certain circumstances I might still find myself under the table by night's end... preferably with some sort of illegal substance in my hands, for what good is destroying a perfectly rehabilitated liver and breaking wind with friends without breaking a law or few...

but you jest, he says, wiping a creamy froth from his lips...

this entry (and the word it is about) might just as easily (with probably greater probability) be all about the previous entry as it is about the price of grapes in Greece... you do realize that grapes gain value after they are touched by the feet of virgins, right?... but that's besides the point... I was orating about the complexities of existence and proving that everything we know could be wrong, or even that we do not exist, or something like that...

of course my proof is based on faith, like everything else...

and you thought I was being serious, didn't you?... well I might have been... being serious, that is... I very well might have tossed, ever so nonchalantly into your visual cortex, words that suggested to you the secret meaning of life (not withstanding the universe and everything) and now, in my ever irreverent splendor, carefully construct the deconstruction of the clause, pausing only to allow you to become even more confused and then, before you can gather even a bushel of wits about you, dive into the compound fracture of your psyche and coerce you to contemplate your navel (or some holy trinity, whichever seems more applicable)...

clue: this entry may be aided by mind-altering substances...

and in the event of fire, blow hard in the direction away from the fire with the maximum use of your vocal chords and pursing of lips to express dire danger to anyone who might be coming near, then run like hell out of the inferno and tell everyone you meet that you just left a place that will be no more if the fire department doesn't get wise to the need for it's services post haste... then call your mother and tell her you love her, or at least tell her that someone loves her because everyone's mother should be loved by someone, especially in the event of fire...

and with this, we begin to conclude today's episode of As the Fart Pfffs with the singing of our national anthem, followed by tumultuous congregating around a burning bush awaiting a long bearded old man to bring us some answers to the questions that have haunted mankind (women always knew better) since the dawn of rocks... while waiting, we might glance skyward to see the writing left by Godot as he wandered past while we were not looking, laughing as the gas ignited to form the trail that said, blow it out of both ends and in fine print just below, except in the event of fire and one can't help but wonder if he is laughing because the truly helpful (and life-saving) advice was in the fine print...

so now, as the hustle of bustlers busy themselves around me and sweep up the dust of the ages so that we can all coat our lungs with the soot of the industrial age mixes with many dead skin cells, we turn down our sensitivities so as not to sneeze, cough, or choke on the thought that everything is part of everything and everything becomes the same when it all turns to dust... and so again, with the taste of everything in our nostrils and oblivion right around the corner, we dance with the deviled eggs in the pale moon light and wait for the cow who is scheduled to jump over the moon any minute now, but then, like trains, cows are notorious for never being on time...

and you wondered what you were going to do with your evening...

well wonder no more, for now, brought to you by the miracle of the internet, you can sit back and click through numerous entries uploaded most recently while you may or may not have been looking or noticing... the beginning is here, in case you wanted to find a very good place to start (A, B, C, and all) and it continues right to where you are, bless your good little parts... yes, you, you right there, you have the golden (or perhaps it's green... or an off shade of puce, even) opportunity to engage your mind in the invigorating exercise of following the bouncing babbler, catching up with the candoor, peering through the smoked glass the view a glimpse of the life in black and white...

yes, behind the candoor lives!...

and there are lives living here too... not all of them imaginary, either... so I give you, my dear sweet children, the naked truth... no worries, it's mostly G rated, even though some P might be spilled, but we don't cry over spilled P, now do we?... no, no, of course not, we forge ahead, making nails or splendor in the grass or some such purpose that someday may become part of the greatest story ever told, or maybe even a comic book...

you may have missed the previous entry, in which case, none of this makes any sense, but then, no worries because it was meant to be this way... yes, that's right, you were not supposed to understand any of it... that's the genius of the folly at the end of the road... 42, and all that rotgut... you are entitled, nay, implored to make anything you wish out of it... print it out and fold it into origumby... or a paper bag to hold your precious jewels... or to hyperventilate into, even... post it on the internet, if you like, or if you think that's been done and pass, give it to your mother...

it is not a prayer or any sort of sermon, what it is is your reflection in the fun house mirror and if you are not laughing, then perhaps you don't like yourself that much... but once again, no worries, for there is something you can take do to enlighten you to the love you already carry around with you all the time (and you don't even need a case for it)... you can look into the eyes of a stranger (or a friend) and pretend that you see your god (or your mother, or God, even) and treat that person exactly as you would treat your mother or god or God... yes, you can do it because now you know the secret... the answer... and yourself...

we conclude this entry (as it is, yet another step along the catch-up trail that began quite suddenly, this summer) by referring you back to the previous entry and the one before that and to many others that will be listed in the entry that finally concludes this multi-day catch up session that we've all been long awaiting... perhaps Smash can explain it better, but then, why even worry over explaining when we are here to enjoy...

no reason required...







PS: no mind-altering substances were abused in the making of this entry...






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