Love & Flatulence

So...what do you post after a slight, 4-year gap in blogging? Whatever the fuck you want! Much has transpired since those days of yore. The wheel. Contact lenses. Alien anal probes (one is never enough). Did I mention alien anal probes? The reality of the situation is far less bizarre and exciting as one might imagine. The ETs wanted desperately to release me. I agreed with one caveat. You guessed it; no probe no release. Do you have any idea what a grey sounds like gagging? I can't talk about it...

Yes you wasn't

There was a time not long ago when I was a no loss for coming up with words and run-on sentences. But that time faded behind me like dissipating flatulence. I reflected on my life as I hummed my favorite tune and walked into a utility pole. Has my existence been nothing more than a series of random events--loosely organized by a bamboozled brain? Beats the shit out of me. In any case, I would be remiss in not mentioning my acquaintance in Uganda. There is no ganda like Uganda. You know what I mean? It is highly unlikely that I will ever see that part of the world--unless there really is something to that astral projection nonsense the pseudo-spiritual set ascribed to in the early 70's. Besides, it would mean a return to pharmaceutical "experimentation". This is an unlikely scenario--unless marijuana is legalized in Oregon. Go California!

Stay tuned for further updates.