Hello everyone that is or will be or already has been, theorizing the possibility of the multiverse according to string theory, which interests me,
but have about two percent knowledge of. As I get to know y'all and y'all get to know me, you will come to the undeniable fact that I am from the
southern part of the country, born in the easternmost part of the state, westernmost side of town, across the railroad tracks, behind the brewery, but
enough about me. Let's talk about me. Where to start, okay here's my first snag, but I will sally forth! No copyright laws for that is there? Ahh,
I digress, I do that a lot because my mind races along so fast that I can't put the words down fast enough and I end up with a convoluted paragraph
that satisfies my need to write, but does nothing for someone who may happen to read my musings. I do that now and then, muse, although I am not to be
confused with being someone's muse, I am the part that thinks, not dooos. ??? Also keeping in mind the string instrument theory, where I could play
all instruments ever made and be my own muse for all of me, everywhere at the same time, simultaneously, k? Now that you understand "Physics
According to Me", not that Garp guy...this ain't copywriter infringement, oh gosh, not sure I can curse yet, please let me know I'm not in a pile
Where I was, oh yeah, wassup my n...... never ever will I use that word, even though I was born a poor black child...okay, I'm really not proud of
that last infringement, as it is such and you have no proof whatsoever that I wrote that, because you can't read my mind, can you. I think I use too
many commas, don't you? It's ok when they are on top of words, used as a descriptor of possession, but to hyphenate, that ain't cool dude. I think
the occasional pause in a sentence should be emphasized and understood and let the reader take a pause from reading excessively long sentences without
breathing, know what ah mean?
Well, alrighty then...oh god, you devil, is this the straw that leads the horse to water and has him walk into a bar where the barkeep looks at the
horse and asks, " say buddy, why the long face? Am I banned before I am tarred and routinely harassed? Please, don't kill the messenger, Jim Carry
not gonna get the "man" to lean on me, bust my chops, carve my T-bone, rattle my nuts; the ones I've been gathering since last year, huh? I bet
I've used...twenty-seven cliches so far and that expoun...expan...expla...adds up exponentially in the multiplex complex of ideas universe, which,
according to theory, exists....PROOVE ME WRONG, but I have to tell you I have no bread, so litigation will get you know where. Cleaver yews uv werds,
thet last sentrance, aye? No? Well, guys, gal...er ladies, androgynous ones, Homo sapiens sapien...help me out dear reader, does that last sapien
need to be plural, I am so confused. Anyway, I digressed a long time ago and I ain't apologizing now... okay, all the aforementioned folk, lend me
your ears, I come to praise ATSC, not to bury him.....it.
So, in a nut shell, actually it's just the shell, the nut has passed away, (giggle) this is me, and in part, mostly no part, but part anyway. I leave
you with this question and if I get one FORTY-TWO as an answer, you'll be getting a knuckle samitch from the Restaurant at the end of the universe.
Riddle me this; do you think I use too many commas in my sentences, because, you know, they are sooooo conveniently placed right under your pinky. Now
isn't that special? Oh wait, that's cool ain't it man? Fo shizle my whizle guyizle? Church woman, who.....whom....Baam!!!, is a lady, ain't
gonna cause me to have to take it on the lam? Is a lam like a bus? Well, enough about me, how you doin? S'matter, cat gut yer tung. To hell with
this interview, you can't fire me, I QUIT!!! .....Now look at you, see how you are? I gotta run, luv y'all lots, bye...Remember...MEAN PEOPLE
👆🏼👆🏼👆🏼 cool moniker huh? 👅💦
Forgive me, my inner child got out for a moment....well, for most of this foofalderall.