I am very proud of this little piece…
I was hoping that the title would get your attention because there wont be any pretty pictures to go with this next part. So far I have done a pretty good job of clearing out my random Photoshop pics and tying them in with the story line. But I really do have drawers (and boxes) full of… not so much crap, but rather the hand-written ramblings of my fevered brain going back to my adolescence.
This piece, which I just reached in and grabbed without looking, is a fair example. It is only a few years old. I will let you read it without explaining it first. See if you can figure out what it is supposed to be before you get to the end. Just go with it… What’s the worst that could happen?
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Dear Sirrah,
Still no appetite for thy heinous concoction doth my tongue construe to desire.
Neither hither nor…
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Pouring My Art Out 
I was picturing it as a monologue from a penis snake…It was quite the scene.
Get the penis snake out of your head.
I don’t think I can until you’ve acknowledged that you’ve seen it. It’s a glitch in my programming.
I will google it… does that count? My computer does not like links.
just do it already!!
Geeze… there are hundreds of pictures… some of them are actually about snakes. That look like penises. And a few of snakes with two penises. And a guy getting bitten on the penis by a snake. And a guy getting bitten on the nose by a snake that is not a penis snake… how did that get in there? And some pictures of Mitt Romney… see, now that makes complete sense to me.
HA HA HA…well, now that you’ve seen it all, I can finally lay it to rest. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I would like to say thank you, but I can’t.