Unnatural & Possibly Perverted Obsession With Utility Poles In The Early Twilight Hours

Crop Circles In The Carpet

Sinking, Feeling...

Contemplating Existence...

Everything exists at the same exact time. While I am typing this right now, you were somewhere else doing something else at the same exact time. And now, you are here reading this while I am somewhere else doing something else at the same exact time.

Everything is happening now. Only the now never stays the same. So, even though we were just each doing something different at exactly the same time, we are now both doing something else. Each of us in our own separate spaces, existing and interacting with space and time at the exact same moment. Influencing our environments in sometimes significant and other times insignificant ways.

Now, this all feeds into a recurring thought of mine. A belief that there is not only one world. In fact, as many people as there are in this world, that is how many worlds there are as well. There is my world which is not the same as your world which is not the same as anyone else's world. If there are six billion, three hundred seventy-five million, four hundred twenty-nine thousand, two hundred forty-three people in the world, then there are also six billion, three hundred seventy-five million, four hundred twenty-nine thousand, two hundred forty-three different and distinct worlds.

Even with all those different worlds, however, we are all completely alone at the same exact time that we are all together. Existing in our solitary spaces, manipulating the props around us. Affecting the Universe in our tiny little way. Spinning around in our orbits. Sometimes in bigger circles. Sometimes in smaller circles. Sometimes even in overlapping circles, but always in circles. Always chasing our tails. Always trying to get ahead of ourselves. Always trying to be the first in line. Always trying to get the last doughnut. Always feeling empty. Always feeling alone.

Always existing and, sometimes, even contemplating why?

Disappear...

Ever notice how people sometimes just disappear?

I do.

I often wonder why they went away? I wonder where did they go? I wonder if they're ever coming back? I wonder if they're doing okay? I wonder if they need anything? I wonder if they hate me? I wonder if they hate someone else? I wonder if it was something I said, but I realize that it was more likely someone I said. Someone that I brought into your world. Someone not so pleasing to you. Someone not so pleasing to me. Someone else. Someone.

Slow Train Coming

It's time to say something. If for no other reason, than to occupy the nothingness.

It's cold and windy. 25.7 degrees Fahrenheit.

I miss the summer. I miss warm days. I miss hiking. I miss bike riding. I especially miss riding roller coasters.

I want my summer sunshine back!

¡Yo quiero Taco Bell!

What would you do if you suddenly found yourself in the middle of a Taco Bell restaurant surrounded by a large group of Mormons?



They were all there with their Jesus name tags on and their shiny black bibles in hand.

I was there with Mumi.

So many thoughts flooded through my mind. So many things that I would have liked to have done or said to them. I got this grand picture in my head of how I would calmly walk up to them, after I was finished with my meal, and I would just start making out with Mumi right there. Right in front of them. Tongue and all! Or, maybe I would come up with some brilliant and clever thing to say about how they may have won this round, but the fight was not over yet and how eventually these two butt bangin' homos would be able to get married and that there was nothing they could do to stop the inevitable. Then, for good measure, I might flip them the bird or grab my crotch or grab Mumi's crotch or whatever.

Yeah, that would have been cool all right.

But, instead, when I was done with my meal, I got up and walked quietly past the Mormons, right out the front door and I got into my truck and I drove home.

And, for that, I am ashamed.

MILF's

There are no MILF's in my life....

There maybe, might be a DILF or two...

But, there are certainly plenty of GATGILF's!!!



Yeah, I saw you checking out my junk today while I was on the elliptical trainer. And, yes, it was just a little bit tighter in my workout shorts today. Thanks to you...