my dog woke me up at 5 a.m. by licking me in the face.
she had probably just finished licking her asshole and snatch.

she wanted to go outside. she never does that.

i followed her to the back door and let her out.

now, she's eaten, pissed, shat, and back comfortably to sleep.

meanwhile, i blog in a frozen state of confusion.

there's so much going through my mind that it's hard to stop any one thought in it's tracks.
queens of denial and kings of creole, jugglers and jokers and one-eyed jacks.

undertakers and acrobats, and closets full of bones.
rickety old words made of sticks and stones.

don't tell me i'm wrong when i just made a right.
it's an illegal left turn from where i am tonight.

i'm a runaway freight train hellbound and built for speed.
gettin' all my drinks for free and smokin' california weed.

i realize that some of those are only sentence fragments, and yet, i used period every line.

i'm crazy like that.

i cannot be stopped.

to blog or not to blog? that is the question.

i choose not,

scott