March 7th
Freedom has left me exposed now for upwards of 3 weeks. Infinate possibility and oppertunity has presented itself... and what do I have to show for it? nothing but a crappy beard, and an clean slate.
Is revolution upon us? Do are leaders lie? Is recession impending, bringing about the collapse of our ignorant bliss?
Who knows? I don't. I'm no alarmist, so I hope there is no fear. I am just an idealist. And i believe i am emerging from underneath a rock that has long since held down my ideas.
Brillaint... thats my adjective for life at this moment. I guess thats all i have to say about that. Standby for more nonsense blogily bloop tibackle stuff from my brain vault files and constantly observing eyeball recorders eith 3-D and 4-D cababilties... (4-D is when you are looking from the flip-side)
Briefly...i will narrate my day:
((YAWN)) He woke up, helped his girl get ready for work as she was late after sleeping in.
{Napping} Scott dreamt of...
{Awake} He started laundry. Bored than ever, pretended to work out on a Total Gym (exclusively commercialized by Chuck Norris)
As Scott waited for the laundry to dry, he cut up a mango, and gathered some fruit to eat. When the laundry was done, he packed his bags for New York. For New York city, the heart of Manhatten seemed to hold an answer. . .