my first post

hi.before i begin,i would like to start with a random story(if thats what you want to call it).

"Giddy.Giddy.Balmy Mood"
I don't recall any other place other than the projectorpalace fiddling about these plausibly serene but distinctly impish mugthat moulds itself onto the essentials of the human head. Yup, I'mtalking of the "front of the head from the top of the forehead to thebase of the chin and from ear to ear" of the average lover.Now, it's quite pleasurable to sink in your allottedcushion and soak in the ardent chumpy looks portrayed on the screen anduse it to make yourself a hit at one of those parties that you walk intowithout being uninvited. It came as quite a shock to me to realize, thescreen though silver, the setting didn't seem to go with it (no slimyfinger, no popcorn breath that doth linger). So then, when the showerfinally brought me to the complete faculty of my senses, this parasiteof a facial discrimination was dancing on the misty looking glass -which is logically equivalent to the index of my mind.Ya ya, you can't stand people coming up to you and making amess of the place splotching about all their gooey love tales.Then,permission to use a pun, please sit down.So, if you come across a sulky character with lips droppingfrom the respective parent jaws and the map above the brows make a nicepiece of abstract art, with the eyes gone forlorn looking over yourshoulder & a possible tongue that makes it rounds under the aforesaiddroopy labium; while all this, of course, was quite incomprehensible toyou till, the being bumped into you while you were contemplating ways ofgetting out of its way, as it would have been pushing through with itshead hanging low; you'd definitely have met my evil twin (my bonnyantonym!) with the weight of his head on his shoulders and a downbeatfacade to sport.For Darling, *me* of all merry things on God's colouredearth, you wouldn't meet on land, I've these clipped wings you see, Isort of flutter about the place. Love is a much heady thing, sigh...Statutory Warning: You are entering unchartered territory, stickyterritory. Yes, it's wet, its icky. It is found to be contagious, soproceed with caution. Please remove any blindfolds that you may bewearing and watch where you step for you may be sloshed with adisagreeable amount of sap. (er... should this have come at the top?)

so..yeahh.that was the not-so-wonderful story that i began with.i stopped blogging like,ages ago cos i got bored and stuff cos like i had to keep on updating and all whenever some old bloke comes up to me in school,points to me and says,"Hey you." and then i'd be like,"What?" and then he'd just poke me and scuttle away(sideways,mind you) like a crab.people from my school are weird like that.anyways,life's kind of a drag nowadays cos its the hols and people just like call up one another and plan.which is boring.come on,people.planning?to go out?why cant you just stay at home and rot your awesome minds with telly crap?its a load more cheaper other than the fact that your rents pay for the tv subscription(?) and all but c'mon,it aint your money so spend!the world is your oyster.sigh.i dont exactly like oyster cos its all gooey and stuff but,what the heck.whatever's edible is eatable.so..yeahh.sigh.i'm talkin shit again.ohwells.anyways,will be back soon,people.gotta go fishin' for some bored bloke so i can bother him.WOOTS.