Patton

Patton. Maybe I'm not supposed to post this on a blog but my reasoning is it's not for mass showing and it's free on YouTube. I don't make any 🤑💰💰💰💰 and don't even allow ads on my blog. I don't give a shit about monetizing this or any other blogs or sites or anything else on the internet unless 100% of the proceeds are divvied up amongst charities which I may perhaps be the founding father of but I'm getting ahead of myself. So, yeah, that's cool, I wonder 🤔 if I'm on or off track on this issue. 

[A period of silence goes by with a black screened video recording (film stock) of background noise, which in this case is very light 🚦 traffic and perhaps the folks upstairs walking around. Neither of which have ever bothered me to be lethally honest. So fuck yourself over next time AL!]

Yeah I'm re-energized is all it's just fiction. You know, what Norma Jean said, "it really is all just make believe." Yep. Marilyn Monroe was her Hollywood name of fame but she was from Texas. Somewhere in Texas I remember. From a rough childhood I think. She was involved with some high enders for sure including the Camelot King himself, the tepid, tender young Naval Aviation prodigy of Joe and 🌹. That's Rose. Right? I think so or I'm off one generation I know a fairly competitive amount about the Kennedy Klan but I'll never be able to deploy that knowledge cluster fuck or cluster bomb Im not sure maybe both. Depending on how you feel about it I suppose. Or look at it. Think about it. And and and this one time, at band camp... 😂. Al!

Yeah, I hear ya thanks 👍. Seriously, tanks a lot. Like we said as an employee of Pester Derby Gas Co., "Tanks. Tanks a lot." And you had to say it twice or you'd be forced at bb gun point to your German War bonnet to drink the smelly icky grey water in the windshield washer reservoir, you know, the ones next to the gas pumps? 😂 

Of course I'm just taking literary license to venture into experimentally writing and near real-time editing. At least that's what I call it. Dare I to lest be seen as exhibiting avoligiaianistic tendencies that might alter your already absurdly drug-damaged DNA man. Yeah, that's what happens when you let the thems of life's circus stick labels on you. Pretty soon you become stigmata. And, if you listen to that one Stumbler, she said, "if you figure out [Sourgrapes2], (my callsign on the venerable Stumbleupon Platform back in the day. Back a fair bit anyway. OIC, Playback on other websites has been disabled watch here on YouTube. Okay, that's fair enough, now for a bonus blast 😃. Blast? Yeah, I've regenerated an old crack habit. Crack hit. Blast. Same thing in and out and all about. I can't fucking believe my daughter would conduct herself in such a profanely repugnant manner as to pave the way if not set up directly a burglarizing of her Nan's home I know I've been told already not to post personal details about her but this is way beyond personal this is a matter of public safety and hers man she's curled up with some rum dumbs for sure. People I really wouldn't trust knowing I'm speaking of them this way that's why I'm venting here. Maybe peeps including my daughter will read it against all odds perhaps. 

Here's a random fucking image for a shitty god damn no sleep kyna night man my sleep wake cycle is fine, it's like working graveyard shift lol. What? This isn't work producing these blog posts? It's actually liberating and exhausting at the same time. I'm gonna go make myself some toast. 

Later.

Al