Welcome back. It has been a long and dry, a destitute spell where you forgot about me. And I forgot about you. And we all just sort of forgot about each other. It is that kind of place with that kind of love. For display. The buzz buzz-buzz of those chemicals I dont know the names of, in those glass tubes...kind of love. Just creating the special heads-up display and a massive chemical occular boner with christmas colors for the ages and ageless. Thank you Cleveland! Or was it Jesus? Or Mom?
Ah, no need to fight over it, gentlemen. Everyone shall receive their postcard or their thank-you hallmark card or their jack of spades... I haven't yet decided. You can count on that it will be a goddamn swell distraction. Multiple infinite countless spectacular visual provisions to be provided of course. Being as it is one of the most elementary ways to buy or borrow your love today. Rent-to-own your family! Lease your cat! Invest in your neighbour's cat! Everything is for sale. Everything else doesn't exist.
I found my attractive and I turned it on. I'd like to imply that I haven't looked, except between tiny parts of my fingers. When everyone stared, gaping mouths, wide and worn. I caught you noticing I saw you. Thank all our lucky stars what you are wonderful, and you are so lovely. They are all yours to finish them; my sentences. And every sixth thought.
We'd like a look at what it is you got. Let us start with a relationship based on the bedtime book of potato chip crumbs and the same goddamn stuff that feigned your princess interest just like the last time. And the last one. And that time before that. Hold the door. Let me on into your elevator, this slice of pie. This mud in your eye like that very guarantee that you shall never see it again. And this is why I stopped catering events when I was a six year old boy. Invest a mess in a cardboard waterfront condo over Nurf's latest toy.
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24 hours without bitching about anything. Includes complaining.
I dont think this will be hard, but we shall see if anything unexpected with the intent of causing me to curse (ex. fuck, shit, goddamn, motherfucker, etc.) randomly pops into existence. If it can cause the utmost in swear words, then I'd say there is a fairly decent shot of me bitching about it. Until that happens, I consider myself fairly happy-go-lucky, oh and definitely annoyingly positive.
It has been suggested that I attempt this in exchange for something really neat. I am that it is either a treasure map, or the gem that is learning something a little deeper about yourself. Y'know - my inner treasure map.
Start 7:00pm
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