Mutt Slexicans...

Where am I, under that pile of sweet tasty buds?
I wish.
It's so dry here right now you could towel off with it...
I'm ok, though.
Connection, connections. Friends. Amigos.
Tonight I am going to see Grown Ups, but for now...
Puff, puff, pass. And lay low with some of the late Andy Gibb to tide me over.

"I'd rather you be a slut than a Mexican-n-n-n-n-n-n!!!"
Random quote from the Youtube video I'm listening to...

So wow, posts here two days in a row. Is this some sort of new beginning?
Or an end to an end?
Zip-doodle.

To the Slaughter...

My Queen...
In the end it would be better to have never been awakened. You lay dying at the end of my blade. Ebbing...
Flowing...
Into me, and out of me. My feelings for you wrestle each other for yet but a toehold...
I dream, of course, of things past.
Lost, I am, at times. Mortally wounded at others...
The undeserved cry unashamedly for themselves.
The Eternal Champion is reluctantly born anew.
Shackles are thrown off, to be shown a new... larger cage.
One without bars, yet without options...

So many parallels do I draw with Elric. I kill all that I love and draw their strengths selfishly into myself. Then comes the move where I use my foot to push you off the end of my sword...
Oooof.
I see and experience things that occasionally seem too much to be coincidence. Places I'm forced to wander, like I'm being led. But to what?
Bahhhhhhhhhhh......

The Fussy Part...

Laughing Asian babies always lighten the mood, almost as much as puppies from around the world. Or not.
Let's pretend, though that this is utterly true. Right now I am smoking the stickiest of the icky and the ickiest of the sticky. It's 1:35 am. I'm getting kinda mesmerised by all this baby-cutely-ness...
So I saw Jonah Hex today. It wasn't bad, I give it a B+. I was completely gong showed through it and munching on plain M&Ms, so that was superkickass.
Anyway, I thought I had some shit to say, because I was getting bored of watching heckler videos and George A. Romero interviews on Youtube. Then my mind went blank here and now it just feels awkward with everyone staring at me. Waiting, hanging on my...
Pussy fart.
Yeah, I said it.
And you knew it was coming.
Short term memory loss brought on by the chuffing of the peeba, or brain freeze from downing a pint of Ben and Jerry's Chubby Hubby?
Or a combination of the two?

My Own Thunder...

So I got a new computer. And lost a few things...
There is nothing now but singed feathers and cooked flesh.
What will rise from the ashes this time?
If it makes any sense, I am saddened and relieved at the same time for all that has befallen of me in the recent weeks. I am now free to... be free?
If someone had left me the fuck alone around New Year's, I'd be totally fine by now. People are evil deep down. I often wonder if you are all just some... thing to keep me amused, or busy, or numb. The inner workings of us all are selfish in nature. Let's look at the extreme, shall we?
Bono.
If our egos were to be set loose, would we not thump our chest in victory over all the naughty things that we vanquished? That guy is up to no good. And their music has sucked since Zooropa...
I just don't know. I'm waiting to hit that peak again, or to be on the upswing of things. I want to start working out again, but my rib just isn't quite there yet. I need something that I do not what it is. Or where. Or even the why...
People keep trying to tell me there is a point, but I'm starting to think they are pulling my leg. That or spitting up my ass and telling me it's raining.
I make my own thunder, though...