excerptsfromthemeanoldpooplog Assholo Perineus Hey! Is not my towering arrogance a thing to behold? To be so convinced that anyone really cares to read my nattering drivel after my endless re-postings of one rough draft after another, O! Mrs. Butterworth, how you do sweeten my pancakes and fatten my thighs. There may be no shortage of Motorcoaches under which i could think to throw myself. But Who, Dear random literary reference, is behind the wheel? Even if your milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, what do you do when you measure in metres? This is not so much an attempt to enlighten so much as to verbally beat my meat and maybe even meet my maker. Blah blah blah, now i, too, can spew. Can you? 090127 ... jane i know who you are, dude. and i totally heart you. 090127 ... thanks lol 090128 ... blather insider wearing black mean old pooplog for president 090128 ... Siete Guacamayo anytime i can be a snarky bastard for good cause 090128 ... unhinged i heart you too ;-) 090128 ... Ascolo Parodites Vanity, heavy with the world, O Vanity, who art wiser than Justice; when thou laughest, that is the strength of fainting and resting; when Justice laugheth, that is the strength of the work of bodies in the earth. The primitive ages sang Dionysus, the last sings of Mars: and I also will sing Hades when Justice laughest unto disgust, for disgust is the garment and the comfort of the eye, for verily; the wealth of the eye is disgust, and the comfort of the eye is execration, and for he that buries his eye in great raiments and signs of wealth, to him shall be given the name of justice and king. Unto man all speech is in vain. There the consultation of physicians are the best wisdom. Let folk proclaim their wisdom by heading their sicknesses, let them ring the bells of physicians -- the physicians in the apothecary will outring them with the clanging of their pennies. 090416 ... the mean old pooplog ahh, inevitability. sweet. 090417 what's it to you? who go blather from