Take another chance boy, carry the fight, You can take him if you're fast!

Didn't I say if you're holding on
You'd be laughing at the last!?

Im writing a new column here called....'Nothing Beats'

nothing beats:

Getting home from a long night to that Too Shy12" version.

here's your boy beggs on that catchy thumb work.

sorry, bout that nipple all you homophobic anti-Semite, neo-nazi, crackers.

Is there a way to make a beat/song-hook your title?

In many ways my life was never really complete until i had conquered the self imposed mysticism i put around academics and arithmetic.

i like a good nap / sit on a stump from time to time. But when the constructs of youth bound long hours of arrested sitting and academia, surely I was aghast.

Now I'm just a genius.

fuck you, amigo. Yeah , you.

The shit list

"It is what it is"
"That just happened"
" Well this is happening"
" Sunday Funday " (when you say this, we aren't friends or acquaintances for the sake of private affairs anymore)

There's Flesh and Blood!

" Take the heat off with the godamn Oingo Boing sometimes, man. "
- Garrett

A true sign of the mellowing with age has to be the lax feeling i'm having knowing that everything I wrote below came from a place of idiocy -overall. Also, my grammar and syntax are terrible.

Oh yeah, I miss Michael Jackson a lot lately.

Every once in a while

Everything is perfect . Everything is in it's rice place.

She said that to me too!

I love that feeling of having food move through my gut. It's a good warm comfort knowing that this gear's cranking, and it never ends in any acrimony or tears no matter what we do. And who's having more fun ?

Isn't this a sensation that we could connect with that isn't so akin the to articulation of say, sexual orgasm which tends to be taboo? Something we cant talk about in front of children? Could we argue that somewhere the feeling of digestion is common conversation? We get somewhere close when we describe the olfactory sensations of consuming some foods, true.  It might be fascinating to hear how perhaps say a brewer feels digesting bread, knowing that his system is perhaps replete with wild yeast and enzyme. Or maybe how some babe might feel wrapping lips around some wagyu brisket and rice.

i bet its something like:

"Well, it was nothing but salty and greasy ecstasy before i eased it down. Now it is a bit burny and rough on my chest [ as i bet meat can get quite acidic in action], must've been all that punch. Its been raising hell for over a half-hour now".

Maybe some people are expressive non-verbally with foods that cause flatulence.



Now, let's just say you've been saying something like "that's what she said", "it is what it is", or raised rhymes like "Sunday funday" in a real serious context( you might as well be dead, to me). These were social cues engineered to bring people together, I know. These things save time, let everyone know you're listening, and have enough free-time/socio-economic girth to own and watch a television?

How can i be a part of that? What the fuck is "Sunday funday" exactly?

yeah buddy. That was major panic at some point.

.  What's next on the menu?