It has recently occurred to me that thoughts are a lot like crap. You take in information all the time, much like food. Your brain processes this information and uses it to create memories, reactions to various stimuli, etc. The random thoughts and other leftover junk, which for the sake of decorum we will refer to as "brain droppings" (credit George Carlin for that one), are the cast-off thoughts that run around unchecked in your head, increasing in number as more information is processed, refined, and discarded by the brain, until critical mass is reached and the brain gives the order to evacuate. This is called "forgetting", or as I usually refer to it, "where the hell did i leave the kids?"
Forget decorum. Might as well call it what it is. Brain Shit.
However, in every brain dump, there are a few little nuggets that sneak through the system without being used. Kind of like corn. Mostly whole, and still slightly useful if it could be separated from the rest of the shit and cleaned up a little.
Maybe I should have titled this "Brain Corn". That would have been awesome.
Disclaimer:
These are my thoughts. I am willing to let you look at them but they are still my thoughts. Even if, as previously stated, I compare them to a bowel evacuation. I can still retain ownership of a turd if I can find a place to store it that won't eventually get me shot by the neighbors. On second thought, the neighbors can buy a vanilla scented air freshener and deal with it.
What awaits you on the journey ahead, if you choose to follow along, is not for everyone. You may enjoy parts of it, but rest assured, you will eventually be offended by something you read here.
I don't care.
I repeat: I DON'T CARE.
On second thought, I apologize in advance to my mother and my pastor. Other than that, I don't care.
Save your hate mail. I don't write this for you; I write it for ME, and therefore not one single solitary fuck will be given about whether you like it or not. It's not like the Mafia; you can get off the train at any time of your choosing. I might even slow down so you don't break your neck when you jump. See the red "X" in the top right corner? That is the "get me away from this crazy asshole" button. Just click it if you can't hang. No hard feelings here.
For those who have the intestinal fortitude to stick with it, you will probably be insane at the end of the ride. Don't say I didn't warn you. But crazy can be fun, because the people in the white coats give us all the crayons we can eat. Bon Appetitty.
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