Hola,
What's happening velvet thundercats? I knew it! Oh you guys! Always sneaking around! Having adventures! Being precocious!
Okay, I don't know where I was going with that. I'm basically just going to let myself write for a while and see what happens, maybe if I split open my head and bleed over the keys the write connections will be made with the electricity within and beautiful words will come out and dazzle all over this exploding fiery revolutionary world.
Or maybe not. Maybe the words will all be trite and over-used. Maybe not one word will make the difference. Maybe.
In other news, Machine of Death, the breakout hit short-story compilation that was mentioned by Glen Beck (GLEN BECK?!?) on his radio-show in hatred, is getting a sequel. And I really want to submit a story but I don't have any ideas. So it's going to sound morbid, but if anyone has any ideas for how someone could die in a way that could add some dramatic appeal to their lives while they have them could you let me know? Or, y'know, write that story yourself? That might be a better idea.
Anyways, the point is, that it's going to be awesome, and I would love to be a part of it but if I'm not then ehn? I could deal with that.
I guess that's it.
HIGH FIVE.
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HIGH FIVE!
Wow, June was a good month for you. I guess that you are working now and blogs fall behind. DO not worry, these are busy times. ANd shit, by the way. AH SHIT! You wrote pretty much about writing about nothing and it turned out so well. How do you do that? That was so interesting. If you write exactly the way that you think, then I would like a perpetual, self painting DVD of your mind. That would one of those fucking digital picture frames to good use for once.
"Well, hey, I wonder what crazy pleasures ol' Super Lee is refining, defining and scrutinizing?"
"Oh, well, let us just walk over to that glorious frame on the wall."
-Enter confetti and head debris as minds are so often blown. End scene.
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