Oh dear,
I did it again.
Yesterday?
I did that ‘double post thing’.
One might like to think I was being ambitious.
Me?
I think it’s age.
I wanted to send a message.
Instead?
I sent two.
I guess, in that way, I was repeating myself despite saying two different things.
What are you trying to say right meow fool?
Well.
Half of the world are below average intelligence.
Which side do you imagine you’re on?
And then?
Think of someone who you believe is on the other side of that line.
Do they imagine they belong there as well?
Now, think for a moment: who exactly would imagine they’re on the 1/2 of below average intelligence.
Next?
Here’s a test to see what side of the line you live on.
The port-a-potty company here in Dartmouth?
They call themselves The Royal Flush.
And when the Pope was in town?
They called themselves The Vat-a-cans.
Again fool? What’s the point? All of this is mere silliness!
Well.
You passed.
What side of the line is it?
Here and meow I’m not sure what side is for me.
I have little left but silliness.
Come back tomorrow and perhaps you’ll learn something wonderful about my nanny or sunsets or something.
Though I want to create a hit a day, it doesn’t always happen.
That’s how things are around here on the farm.
Some days the chickens in the backyard are prolific.
Those days are ‘four eggers’.
And today, with this fool?
Today’s a real ‘two egger’.
But, life’s like that.
And on those days where the hens don’t lay and you’ve spent all of your energy riding a bike further than you outta, give yourself a break.
Take it easy.
Then?
Come back fierce tomorrow.
You’re not getting any younger.
So don’t rest too much.
