this blog is taking shape right before my very eyes.

it is amazing.

i'm creating.

making it up as i go along. turning nothing into something.

using my spare time to leave something behind.

and sometimes
it even
rhymes.

but
not
this
part.

it is pure fucking babble. i'm the king of babble on.

i wish i could have been a king of rome or some shit like that because this shit sucks.

king scottius.

i would have sat around all day, and had topless women ride by on horseback while i ate grapes.
and then i would have had my best scientists invent the trampoline, so i could have more topless women jumping on a trampoline by my bedroom window.

you say, "Why?".

i say, "Why not?",

scott