This blog consists of thoughts, poems, stories of fiction, and stories of fact. In a nutshell, this is my life. Being that I started to write in 2006, I am posting from the date I started to write up until the present. Therefore, I will be posting a great deal as four years of writing IS a great deal. NOTE: all pieces will appear as new until I have the time to place them in their correct time slots. To those of you who happen upon my blog, I thank you for dropping by.
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Saturday, December 21, 2019
An attempt at dictation~
Oh my fickle brain how are you cease to be lying idol diamond tired and spent weekly weekly there are things that you haven’t thought about an avenue shit to be explored. What mistakes could be made from Siri as she wrangles with my words like bullets shit out of a machine’s ass? How do I examine such? How do I begin to explore this apparatus? Is it even worth the bother? As a back up my hard drives, not once but twice, I sit here and think I can. I contemplate why would I go through all this effort only to possibly wreck two computers? Technically I wouldn’t be wrecking them although they might be kind of splintered for a bit until I could put them back together again. He thinks I should step away from Chuckie shit although I haven’t Kentucky shit for quite a while and step back into philosophy. All the granting And Gloria’s philosophy. Whose dick is splintered now? Dictation should be left to tape as machines in themselves have not conquered human language to perfection nor can it recognize the different catchy accents. I will leave this bumbling mess to be what it is, but it is not what it started to be. Oh it’s far far too altered.
It pains me to write this:
If you know me, you know that I don’t believe in god. However, after all the “oh god” and “jesus, jesus, jesus” that I’ve been spewing out of my atheist mouth, you would swear that I was a major holy roller.
Last night while on the toilet talking to my friend, I was experiencing a lot of pain and was moaning out my oh gods and jesus, when I remembered Sunday’s offering. I started to tell her how I was offered communion by the hospital's priest. As I don’t believe in god(s), devil(s), Santa, nor the tooth fairy, I realize that my calling of god would have as much meaning as me moaning out a couple of satans or beelzebubs. I pondered aloud to her the why am I saying oh god instead of oh satan? For that matter, why not Oh Christmas Tree?
Meh. I just remembered how god is moaned out during sex as well. I guess the meds are kicking in.
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