Hi. As mentioned in the earlier post, I am Bobert Flotsam. Today's post will present in the ultimate clarity that which will blow your mind. This is Travis Bickle at the concentric circles of a thousand millenia folded origamically into a tiny blog of a nothing. This, in essence, is that which has no essence. That which will never be what it could have been because it could have never been anything unless it was something, which it WAS! The most fascinating human being on Earth and perhaps in all of the Earths of the Milky Way has descended from his Earthly realm in the ether surrounding the Earth and perhaps outer Earth and has proclaimed that which will live in utter definition of being once it has been defined. But, can it be? Yes, yes it can.
Or can it?
I woke up this morning to the smell of something I haven't adjusted to since I moved here. I have decided not to write what it is, as it will most likely kill the suspense, but lets just say, adjustments will most likely never be made.
I ate my breakfast - today it was leftover chili with cheddar cheese - and I went back to bed. This bed is comfortable. I call it a bed, but - really - its just a leather sofa with a blanket.
She comes by often. She gives me what I ask for, and has the ability to leave once we talk for a while. She knows as well as I that it is what it is. I hope she does not hate me when I am 560 and she is 562.
The weight I gain must be a sign from the Heavens that the world has finally warped around the equator, and the poles are shifting. If this is so, I recommend divesting from oil and into gold, food, and medicine.
Quickly, quickly, he said as he drove the spikes within the hands of the christ.
