Duee. Like. Dude. Holy. Shit. I don’t know if I’ve EVER been THIS pissed off about a rambling before I ACTUALLY write it and shit. [more…]
I remember being six-years-ld, still living in Minnesota. And on the television screen was a white Ford Bronco driving down the highway with the, essential, [more…]
Because I don’y care about how my sentences end. Because I’m a human being. Not a grammar robot. As much as I do enjouy me [more…]
Windham Rotunda was a man that was one year my senior. From everything that I know and have heard of him, he was a creative [more…]
Jesus Christ. It’s been WAY TOO FUCKING LONG since I’ve done someything fun like this, yopu know? No “agenda” No…. I dunno… continuity? Just. Boom. [more…]
Da da da DUT da DUH! CJARGE! da da da DUT da DUH! CHARGE! “Mom?” I asked. “Who;’;s Charge?” I’m pretty sure it was her [more…]
So. Once again. I come to you in dire need. Or something. No. All’s I’m trying to say is that writing this has been even [more…]
Akk;s I know, bruh… Is that. Homedudes are abhout to throw hands. And I’m all about this life. The world needs to make this a [more…]
TAKE ONE: This is where it gets “real.” And this’ll be a long’n. Probably the longest rambling ever. So buckle up. Also. This is where [more…]
So… Uihh… this is a good stop gap, I think? This is a good place to begin something that doesn’t end. But began somewheres around [more…]
