Hello Darlings

So, hi there. It's your favorite nutter here. I don't know what to write about. This would not be such a problem if I didn't WANT to write so darn bad. I mean BAD. My very fingers are itching with want for words. Maybe I'll just write nonsense for a bit and maybe stumble upon something worth your time. Well nothing I write is really worth your time, but more worth your time than this rubbish. Let's start with made-up swear words. Yes, my parents did not let me swear. They thought it unfitting for a lady and besides that, they were good, well-to-do christian people and thought it too rough, though my mother is from Montana and will swear on occasion when the mood is right. So I made up my own. I admit to some of them being Englishisms, but a good amount are just weirdness. Okay, do any of you have those car radios that scroll the name of the song, artist and radio station in neo-green letterings? That's what mine does. So, it was in-between song name and artist name and the word it made was, and I kid you not, 'Ofithem'. Say it out loud, roll it up and down your tongue, and now shout it as if there are wild, rogue children making an utter mess of your lawn. Gooooood. Fun, innit?
        Well, the next came from a game, one where we all ('We all' being my large family) start every word with a set letter, such as 'J' or 'G'. We were playing with 'K'. And as we were laughing at the way swearwords sound with 'K', my 13-year-old brother shakes his head and say "Well I am just not going to join into this." Well, I stated the obvious and said "Good, you're too young, you'll have to wait until you're my age to swear like a motherkucker." And we all fell to pieces. If you are not laughing now, you need to say it out loud. Mother. Kucker. Oh, the hilarity. You still don't think it's funny? Ah well, you must have a normal sense of humor.
         So, there is this sandwich place called Baggins. Yes, Baggins. I really have no real story behind this one. I just picked it up, like bloody and bollocks, it just happily slipped itself into my vocabulary and stayed to be hush-shouted under my breath. Wait a minute, I like that, hush-shout. POEM.

Child Yeller (Yellow)

Pup of the Nile
hush-shout under
the glean-green waters
drowning is not what it seems
those bubbly hearts
pump-throbbing as the world
caresses their sun-tones
to sleep, sleep, sleep
but wait a minute
hold the clock
press your peasants hands
to your living heart
and gasp that surprised bubble of air
out into daylight
Our hero is lean, street-dog strong
street-dog trained
swimmer of the night and day
and he will hold the day
to the sun-gods in infamy.
Now, be a good pup of the Nile
and thank your savior
after all that water
has given way to air
and your funeral attendant fishes lie
gasping in the burning-eye sun.

Back to the prior subject. Wait, never mind, I have no more swear words. Meh. Next subject? Umm, whats up with that airplane food......Yep, yours truly has officially come up short on things too say. I need someone else in here to talk to. Tell me you're out there, in the Internet void, enjoying my foolishness. Anyone? Anyone? Okay, well I will be off. I have decided to do something different with these itchy fingers and paint those flowers my mother has been bugging me to. Au revoir my sweets. See you tomorrow.