Pitty the fool

No, really.  Pitty me. throw coins at me like a … what do I call a street begger?  I cna’t help but believe the ones in the divided intersections are an organized scheduked … I decide not to tell that…

No, really.  Pitty me. throw coins at me like a … what do I call a street begger?  I cna’t help but believe the ones in the divided intersections are an organized scheduked …

I decide not to tell that story.

I wave my hand up and down like a wooden snake, and briefly scan teh audience for signs of recognition. I have a memory that I can’t quite be sure is real, but I motion my whole arm in that way to signify the change in topic. I’m reasonably certain it’s a Monthy Python micro bit. I picked it up and used it enough times for it to be one I pull out now and then to see if …

 

didn’t I already say that? I felt a loop.

I wanted to confess a sin. I wanted to announce something but I need to be aware this is on the Internet and although I have told nobody … I’d prefer to say no one but I don’t know if its one word. I use nobody.

ding Seppelin banner: I read a few of my blogs from the early 2000s today and it was really neat.

I hate that I want to be OJ… It sucks that… ding

Brain track: Could the loss of anyone using OJ without te association stigma.  One day somebody will, but I m not confident to believe it’s me. I decline. I will not use OJ as a signature or personal brand.

Book title idea:

 

Seeking One Fan
Only qualification, don’t yell at me.

One fan right now will change my life.

Lightbulb: My mind was having this thought. I seek a NEW fan to be more honest. In some way, I have … I want to say offencive things, and hide it as literature.

I seem to have a five year or so limit, and Iuse up peole like a battery.

I have written many times about thosen friends of mine that drain energy. I have often limited my time with some to 3 hours max… openly.

It occured to me tonight, I was.

Ding. The ding of an old typewriter sliding back…left ding.

My relastionships with women are all about 5 years. I’m on eof those …

lawyer brain rewords it; I always told the story that I’d be a forever husband. I can adapt to my universe as long as it keeps me reacting. It seems my forever is 5 years.

I want to have soem sex.

Wait. stop. I did not… er..

ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.. hands up and … whooooooooooooa

I am… my ,,,, father

bam.

no. how dare I compare myselt to thee. I think my dad was a superman, as long as I didn’t interact much.

ding.

Oh, I was supposed to look up that book on Amazon and affiliate recomend it.  I won’t do that.

rest attempt 6?

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