Getting together

When I say "Getting together", I mean that I am attempting to get some thoughts together, for to publish them on my other blog. So, this here's my attempt.

Firstly, it must be noted that it's almost like dry-heaving at this point. I nearly posted directly into my other blog, but then realised that it would end up being bull-hockey, MOST likely. And by bull-hockey, I mean... THIS... this stuff, wherein there is little if any purpose for any reader to invest any time in reading. I quite nearly ended that last sentence with an ellipsis. THAT's how bad this is.

Secondly, it must be reasserted that even in dryness of thought there is the possibility of revelation. If this were not the case, this blog would not exist. In fact, what would the purpose be in any blogging whatsoever?

Nonetheless, as a tertiary thought, I return to another spot in my brain, and will now tell of the feeling I have toward the generation of a polished and lovely product for the eyes and minds of readers worldwide. Were it not for this sort of feeling, there would be no collegiate level courses on the art of language. I now abruptly end this paragraph.

I will now also abruptly end this blog post, and go to play (perhaps) a guitar.

Beagle Pant

I look at my most recent post on my other blog, and I find myself inspired to write. However, I decided that that blog would be only occasionally updated, at most once a week.

I wondered for a moment, then decided against devising a system of laws for this new land. Instead, I think I will form some sort of musicality to add to the reading process, for those of you who read.

Several Million

I supposed I should begin by listing lots of things which heretofore were never mentioned. But then, I thought, I could begin with anything I wanted to. This is my free land. This is my America. Elbow-room, Johnny Appleseed, the whole shebang. I suppose she even banged the hole. It would be difficult to describe.

Throw them words into some parentheses, ol' Jacques Cousteau. The meaning behind this invaluable digression is designed to be designated a free land to explore. Leave out the parentheses, and you'll not be hindered. Explore. Digress. Throw a smile on your face. Forget that you were ever disturbed. This is the place you were intended to be.