Bounce That

Yes, this is a human imitation of a robot spam computer and it is convincing you well because you do not have the patience and there is too much information in the human mind spewing forth into the run on sentances that do not bite.



People who believe in Windoze computers... err they use them... have their heads filled up with crap. Just like a synthetic saxaphone solo noise in that great pop song. So much superstition about a computer. 1 and 0 does no longer translate into logic. Keep you penis clean why don't you. Stop fucking with the Bill, you won't get rich no matter how many times you re-install and pay the tax. Me, I re-install due to hardware failure and user error. Often.

Cocky basterds make the best welders. You got to put a lot of heat in and quick. Don't be so precious about it all. Hands out, guns out, represent, now what's happening?

Starting a business is what we all must do. Each and everyone one an independent "Indy" Entrepaneur. Innovation. Creative. ity. AL. Yes, we can do it. Change we can beleive in.

Yes, this is poetry. Do you like it? Art. Art means something. Art is good. It reminds us we are human. Being human is about making art and sharing your dreams. Dreams in the sky. Sky high dreams and all that. Don't read Douglas Coupland's blog because you will just end up shopping at Office Despot. Or Fred Murder. do you know any others? dO yOU?

Yes, I am aware. That is why I capitalise the way I do. That is why I write for the non-existance of readers. Who cares. I do. And because I care, inside, inside my heart - then I cannot be sarcastic. And really that is what matters. To show a care. Give a hoot. If your intentions are pure you can still be a saintly murderer all you like. That is our plan, anyway. That is why I keep shopping at KFC. Because I like it and I don't FEEL fat and anyway, who cares if we treat them that way. Minimum wage is a real law and they have health safety inspectors and SPCA for that. We doooooon't t t n e e e e ddd too warry. wary. WOOOOOOO!!! ! ! !

Apparently James Joyce wrote about a conversation between two washer women. My dad says. I think that's racist. Finnegan's awake! Go cradle him back to sleep.

There is a hurt in the empty soul of a parent. It's raining. Being empty means being full. I saw it in a movie about Buddist Oranges called Zen Noir. It was preachy.

Open your mind too the little children. Then y ou go to wo rk in yo ur car. Forever.