Blankety blank, was that his name?

Want a cool cat?

Oh, I can't find someone to love my cool cat. I am a cool cat, my cool cat loves me and I love my cool cat. Too bad we can't be together. My cool cat can easily love another, but I cannot love another cool cat. Anyone want to feed my cool cat, he will love you proportionally. Profoundly. Pedestrianly. Wait! He is rescued from the porch. From the critters that chewed up his ankles. Ow! Those abscessed ankles. I obsess over the abscesses. Nothing a little hydrogen peroxide can't cure. Or can it? Nothing can take away our Feline Leukemia. I hope we don't have it. What can we do, Dr., what can we do, but be put down?

Are you so far from turning 30? Ages and ages away. Let's never grow old. Let's never be responsible. Wait! You own a home, don't you! Schucks! Damn responsibility! I am going to run my soul into the ground. I am going to take nun-chucks to my heart so that I can stop these bewildering words that never stop and never stop. If only I still had a desire to blog! AARRGH, as they say. Is this a blog? My sadness, my soul, my addiction to words, my lip balm, my dented Les Paul, my abscessed ankle wounds, my broken bicycle, my busted-up Lambretta...

Now I am losing my mind in a blog. It's not even a real blog, funny thing.

None to be taken seriously. Just words. Words to waste your time and yours as well. I consider deleting it all with my palm gently hovering over the mouse...