"Mental Notes": More Unrelated Sentences.

More irrelevant words. Enjoy. 

A Bolshevik revolution that only resolved the issue of whether or not everyone involved wanted a free tea cozy in their sex dungeon.

Four men walking in the desert searching for the meaning life via some stone tablets only to realize that one of them will die from stomach cancer to which God laughs and runs away at the plight of the humans being distracted by reality once again.

Sweat pouring down his face fills up the bucket the miners use to put out the fire only to forget its a gas fire and the sodium makes the fire become a basketball hoop that collapses into the nearest day-care center.

The first film ever invented was about to people playing ping pong while the camera person screamed in pain the entire time and begged them to stop.

Edison company is driven to bankruptcy due to the amount of people pirating electric currents from the Navy Bay.

The nicest Neo-Nazi in the world gets his own talk show and convinces all of America that Nazism is at least an option to consider only to die from choking on a blunt toothpick.

A notebook filled with many references to throwing up on command which is being used by the military as a more humane form of chemical warfare.

The power plug stays plugged into the wrong socket which sucks out all of the muscles from the bodybuilder's thighs.

Arley walked down the street while everyone spat at him every second which was the happiest day of his life...until he gets married to a bear.

A dog blasting out fire from his eyeballs as all of the other dogs in heat spontaneously combust from the impracticality of the scenario.

The malfunctioning laptop jumps into the air, spins around, throws itself out of the window, twirls around into the air until it smashes and blows up a school bus full of incestuous children.

An acrid smell wafted into the air, entering into the pipes and doing something predictable.

The punished writer whips himself in the back with an infected electric coil that grabs his ribs and pulls them out, playing them like faulty bagpipes.

The talking doll with its bright and colorful teeth blind every woman that entered the bachelor's room who was being led into his room so that he could have an intense political discussion with them.

A figgy banana pudding was snuck into every fried chicken in the tri-state area, causing an abnormal amount of flow.

People wearing glasses have a certain amount of self-respect that people wearing contacts does not but they just have not figured it out yet.

A yellow jacket with red stripes and blue zippers and green slacks and purple underwear and yellow socks and a red tie and a brown shoe and a sky blue imagination.

Lights illuminated the runway, leading the plane into the magic pool full of howler monkeys that hurls oranges at the tinted windows.

Bubbles sank into the ground, dripped into the ground, dried up on the stripper's back, warmed up on the interpreter's lips, burnt up in the lawyer's briefcase, and exploded in the center of the universe.

People picked up the cross and threw it to the dumpster which became a gleaming gold dumpster that spit all of its garbage back at the people directly into the face.

The dominatrix whose night job was a teacher for the blind who instructed them on the proper ways to wail in pain while being typed up into the college student's dissertation.

The cat who wagged its tail every time a child died of terminal cancer.

The cute couple who had their tongues in their mouths at every hour in the day even when they had to take a break in the public common room with all of the virgins and homeless people and such others.

Facebook, the maitre'ds escape from reality, the plumber's descent into the plum tree, the lawyer's regression into a natal state, the entire planet's favorite form of fornication.

A couple of guys went to a bar where they saw a rabbi, a priest, and a racist. Afraid of becoming a punchline, the four guys left the bar and went home and killed themselves.

The fan floated into the air, its individual blades slicing through the floors of the basement, white gleaming sheaths of brightness cutting through the random black hole that wandered inside, emitting a golden shower of lollipops that stuck themselves onto the walls and were nearly impossible to remove when it was cleaning day.

A computer made to cater to the needs of the entire public imploded into itself due to it being a time paradox and led to the end of the universe.

A table at midnight, the glow from the outdoor lampshade lighting up the immigration papers strewn about, its individual screws loosen up and hitting the floor, the weight of the table scrounging down from the immense weight placed against it.

The romantic weights danced together in the sweaty weight builders room, rolling along the pavement the weight builder spat on after his 20 years of cardio workouts.

The trumpets blew, the waiters waited, the Davids sat at their chairs, the prostitutes hid the cash, the Jews did Jewy things, and the politically correct people decided to leave the sentence.

A bright sunny day appeared out of nowhere for the holocaust survivor, chewing on the latest supply of sympathy bread from the Russians, who cried out when the rain poured down and metaphorically melted the bread.

A cup of Raisin bran cereal is all you need to get ahead in the morning, just a couple of cupfuls poured straight down your gullet then forced in further with your trusty rusted plunger, and you are ready to conquer the day and be rejected by every woman you know who do not know how respond when they see the plunger sticking out from the back of your neck.

We're not using that one stick of butter.

A woman walks outside of her door for the first time in eight years and dies when a single dog chew of her leg and all of her hot air fly out.

A wrist popped out of the ground to the horrified sight of no one, and walked over to the next tomb and asked for my peanuts to which the shotgun-wielding monkey replied, "No," and fired, blasting away the pregnant woman's left index toe finger.

In the darkness, the windows only revealed the remnants of the few light sources still lurking about in the rat's cave.

Words landed on the page one by one, smacking the plain white paper like the most effectual gears on a bicycle, continuing the pattern without haste as the groundbreaking novel was on the verge to be made.  

The problematic issue of the company's currency confused the coffee breaker's conversation about their compensation in the controllable company picnic that coalesced many captivating complaints that all the cun...oh dear...I seem to have run out of words.

Consider this post as a mental exercise. The blog will return fairly shortly with more insightful posts. Thanks for your patience and be sure to follow the diddly-dos. 

Summer=Chicken Plate

During 10th grade, hidden far away from the critics of the world, I made my first recording about ‘my’ sitcom, The Presenters, with a story about how Harold was having difficulty relating to his son, Hal. He tries to remedy this by mentioning all of the girls in Hal’s life, expecting some kind of reaction. It became an obsession of mine and every single Monday, I would go back to my hiding space, located at the edge of the school, and let my ideas flutter away in the form of an awkward teenager’s constant ramblings. I’ve only told five people about the recordings, and probably won’t let others know about it since my voice is an acquired taste. Shortly after making the story recordings, I embarked on a journey even I wasn’t sure I wanted to take: to explain the machinations, the fascinations, and the folly of my mind. How the great essayists of our time could take the same journey and survive still impresses me. For 22 episodes, I became the question and the answer to all random thoughts. It’s something I’d like to share with everyone in a different way. Seriously, you can’t listen to a person’s terrible accents for twenty minutes even if you tried. Summer will be over soon and I couldn’t think of a better way to commemorate this upcoming event than with the transcript of when I pontificated on the meaning of summer. It was a year ago, summer had just began, and an 11th grade-going-into-12th grade boy sat quietly in his room, waiting for his thoughts to arrange themselves correctly...

...This is the special summer edition. (taps on the window three times) Thought the window was open. This is the special summer edition, where I’m going to talk about how excellent it is now summer. But, I’m not sure what else can come out. If anything. I know that it has been a few weeks since the last one* but that’s just because I’ve been occupied with my own, um, with my own...purposes. Bu, not purposes. I’ve been occupied  with my own, um...I’ve been...busy. Simple enough. Okay, well, to start with...it’s summer. The temperature is going to get warmer,  people are going to get...warmer, uh(nervous laugh), it’s just that time, it’s a transition from...let’s say a tight-packed piece of meat to something that’s been cooked for a couple of minutes and is going to get ready to be served. Somewhere in the, uh, nice, fancy restaurant. Summer is the time where we’re sitting on that plate, in that nice, fancy restaurant, contemplating all the mistakes we have made but not caring because we are about to get eaten. I think that’s the best way I, we can describe summer. At least, one of the non-poetic ways that I’ve come up with.

Now this makes more sense.

The First One

Background: The following are random quotes heard around the city and in my own mind. As a post, it is very unorthodox, but knowing how consistent I tend to be, I’d prefer to begin with a casual post then bring the stuff. Not that the following isn’t bad, it’s just different. I would like to thank my friends who have begged me to begin a blog since they first read my writing. It’ll be interesting to see how the blog develops over the summer and throughout the first year of college. Each post will have information on its location and origin, and a few sentences that further elaborate on the post. Comments and any kind of criticism are welcome.

A)+What do you find inside of a dissected fish?       
    -Guts?      
    +Caviar.
B) I scoff and laugh at that statement.
C) I didn’t do anything. I was just screaming.
D) I have twins that bring only misery and displeasure.
E) +Are you guys on a date?      
     -Yes we are. (Casual arm-shoulder connect) We were talking about the universe imploding so that would be like getting to second base.
F) You go down the passageway-oh wait. It’s a hallway. I don’t know why I said passageway.
G) +I thought that being overly sensitive would be my most valuable asset.      
     -Why? Because it made others feel sorry for you?      
     +NO! Well…yes.
H) I can’t do freestyle. I’m too self-conscious.
I) I’m a 33 year old in a 24 year old’s body! What does that even mean?!
J) +What was the point of pg. 86?       
    -To get to page 87. Realistically, I can’t see any other way to do that.
K) You’re smart. Why can’t you think of something stupid?!

More quotes to be posted soon. Special thanks to Arlill Rodriguez, Gary Rodriguez, Justin Bretter, David Dubin, and Spencer Eichler for originally saying the quotes.