deliriously... no seriously. I'm kidding.

when I wake up in the middle of the night, my brain is especially random. I like to write that randomness down. sometimes it rhymes, sometimes it's clever, sometimes it makes no sense, like somebody without change for a dollar (the lion-share of the time it's just nonsensical babbling). I just write whatever comes to my head. enjoy it, or abhor it. either way. read it. if you like it comment. if you dislike it, write a comment saying nice things about how you liked it. it's just silly. I'm silly. like string. a bunch of string sewn together perhaps... So, anywho, without further ado, I bid you adieu.

cue blog entry:

I'ma pick the world up and i'ma drop it on your fucking head.
tou means head in chinese. (pronounced "toe")
silly. string.
gee i'm tired.
hen lei.
Hawaii is silly. but surely i digress, and by digress, i mean not digress. I think you have to have some sort of flow and subject coherence before you digress. Surely I do what was expected and jump tangentially to an unrelated subject?
i go off on tangents like opposite over adjacent.
alas i've grown complacent
nascent.
schmasent.
other word that rhymes.
it's time for thyme.
lemon and lime
punishment for crime.
a nickel for a dime.
one day at a time.
i'm a speaking mime.
speaking of mimes.
it's my dick in a box!
yay for jokes with cocks.
i'm in a glass house. I'm throwing rocks.
steroids is less likely.
let the peasants handle the peasantry.
there's no pleasure in pleasancy.
i can't spell.. what the hell!
is pleasancy even a word?
the bird, bird, bird... the bird is the word.
haven't you heard?
well, if you haven't... the bird is the word.
this blog is... well... swell.
just kidding. good hell.
no seriously, I'm kidding.
how old do you think i am?
cheaters eat pumpkins.
like country bumpkins.
i run like sinuses.
i think it's a sign.
maybe a cosine.
adjacent over hypotenuse.
maybe i'm being obtuse...
or acute.
definitely cute though.
i don't like your angle here.
do you hear me?
i'm shouting in your ear clearly.
clearly there is a spark...
because your pants are on fire Mr. liar
the fire rages on...
against the machine mostly.
you know what i mean.
i'm average like the mean.
I mean, median. actually maybe i'm the mode.
speaking in the most common of codes.
i love toads. and the game frogger.
damnit i'm a shitty blogger. (insert frowny face)
I should roll over and go to bed.
or at least roll over and play dead.
i like playing possum.
it's awesome like blossom.
the 90's sitcom. not a flower bud.
i periodically write random blogs.
like a table.
but no table of contents.
in fact. no contents. or fact for that matter.
but alas, the fact of the matter is that i'm content.
spent too much, now i'm spent.
like a food stamp.
stamped with approval,
removal?
stain... what a random brain.
a plain plane
the main mane
the reign of the rain
a vein, but all in vain.
vanity, my deepest sin.
I look in the mirror,
and fall right in.
narcissus... you're a complex fellow.
I don't want you to develop a complex,
i'm just saying.
it's complicated.
why'd you have to go and be so complicated avril?
take an advil,
and call me in the morning.
stop mourning avril... i'm kidding. seriously..
i think i'll call this blog deliriously.
actually. there's a good probability I probably won't.

hershey's kisses to you all. not the gross hug ones. the kisses. unless you like the hugs ones. If that is the case hershey's hugs to you. hear, hear, here's to you. but i dare say that's hearsay. do you hear what i say?
okay enough. lane and his brain are catching the next train
to sleepytown.

lo mein...
maybe fried noodles.
toodles. ;)