a storyline that pauses

I am refraining from blogging today, but here is a song:

all along the western front
people line up to receive
she got the current in her hand
just shock you like you won't believe
sun in the amazon
with the voltage running through her skin
standing there with nothing on
she gonna teach me how to swim

i said ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel
i said ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel

all along the eastern shore
put your circuits in the sea
this is what the world is for
making electricity
you can feel it in your mind
oh you can do it all the time
plug it in, change the world
you are my electric girl

i said ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel
i said ooh girl
shock me like an electric eel
baby girl
turn me on with your electric feel

do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now
do what you feel now
electric feel now

using lynk technology (wheat street)

Hi. Clock. Tick. Tock. Why doesn't a clock have legs even though it has hands?
It happens when you went into a McDonals, and tried to order a mcrib, and then you find out that you got a mcchicken.
Today I was on my way to leaving a few undecyphered and still encrypted in the Da Vinci Code. A pizza sliced in quaters given to two artists and alter alias personas with the idea of riding pipes (underground ones) and splitting a bite with their pals from the sub-surface.
I also was about to add The new customized web lynx.
It was supposedly going to syphon filter the widdle details from it. This was actually to connect to a definition out of a dictionary or encyclopedia to tell the meanings of a couple words from a new masterpiece action film: Quantum which is unknown. And Solace, also very incognito. Good times to be had, expecting them to return to normal pace, not so racing of a cycle. And even though, A starting line is somewhere located, potentially at the begining. There's still hope and wonder with some awe and uber amounts of glory. Looking for a bit of grace. That shall be possessed through praise and worship.

New SN : IliveonEZStreet

mistake

fake story, I went to the right page at the right time. Actually I was in the wrong place at the right time.

breakfast-toast-jam

Ignorant today, still in a blissful mode, not too tired, getting awoke with my idealist philosophy of possibilities being unending. Have a structure over my head, and stay sheltered from the elements. Its going good so I just wanted to get a grouping of these blogs that I HAVE been making. Suppose I do compile a collection of all of them, it would just be a nexus to get into the thought process that I have while going into a palace and awaiting the arival of a princess. We've (the roomie and myself) gone through a lot of bulls shit these days and want to get over the hardship. I believe getting over the hump is incredibly important. So, I will just go on with my day trying to administrate the webpages that I have, although having some difficulty using the browser to identify the urls. (Uber Refined Log-on Screens)

After the day settles into the evening, I still have no roommate in site, which means its free-time, and I can do whatever I want. That keeps me on the edge of my seat. Its pretty good being me. Nothing too bad has occured lately. I was on my guard and didn't get proved wrong like i Usually do. FOr the time being, I am just checking up on a few places around the web that belong to my ownership, or are mine. Don't get confused with my normal entries, since today I have no specific plans. I'll be on my way to the links around here to possibly check in with my concepts.

I went about my day in an unorderly fashion. First , woke to the room mate, watching the television, and I took a quick shower and left the edge. Then came a confrontation with the elder who was able to tell me my appropriate task(s). There weren't many complications today, rather smooth sailing. I maintained an optimistic outlook and came into the edge to rejuvinate after a semi-long day. This whole day was in short a fun, overwhelming and completely exerting day. Therefore I am as happy as a gay sailor. This would be the end of the entry.

not much to do, except drama and falsely accuse

there there no need to be exagerating. There there no need to be lying. There there no need to stretch the truth. I was incapable of reputationally writing my usually witty and unconclusive information. Then again, I can concede to put down some really useful tips to trying to flee from my misinformed waddling mind. Nothing branded with Johnson and Johnson is going to be bought by me except I might be a friend of someone with that last name. To Em, Whats up, you probably don't get to pass through the catacombs towards the inner self (soul) of my whiney wimpy and worthless body. But I don't mind. You'll be around for a non-numerable years to come. I think too much about the good times we've made completely rediculouslly obliterations of ourselves. There fore on the green, and not on the Tee> (o.O)

Not that I will be away from home going out is still possible, I leave the premisis because I get too overwehlmed and over burdened. I will have to drop off a continuum of the major records that have kept behind the wall of my existance. Not any more to say about you. We should get a room, lol, seriously. Now i think you'll get this and review it as a work of wonderful awe full proportion.

I've given into the peer pressure that has proved powerful enough to persuade me to attend certain seminars, meetings, conferences, and get-togethers which are made out of the stern starboard wing widely acclaimed and full of fame and no fortune besides the luck of the ol' trusty irish. So getting down to the bottom line, grow and flow through the vessels and ducts inside of the plotted pot or few of them that go into the misused and highly afirms the identity of you aka em. Pease out.

hey there's a snake in my boot, to infinity and beyond, someone poisoned the well, the main track is the way to go around and around again if desired
Today broke even with my new bosses and got a rise out of doing my defined responsibilities. I didn't have to care for any of my property besides my clothes and my key. These are two items which I need to probably put into a locker before work. In a day or less I will have a new lock. This will be set up for the personal storage that I shall use in place of just shoving it into a closed cabinet. There are a few other expectations that I am required to meet. I might sign up for a meebo again. This would give me an option for communicating with others around with just a simple measure and means of using a quick and easy program. I will be giving out my addresses and passwords to my account and mine alone, except I had them encrypted, and sometimes forget what they were. That is why I might have to get into an online harddrive such as skydrive. I will likely check the AOL blog again, because they have good informative insight about going to different sites that allow access to probably the most popular features of the web. I begin with writing a list of my sn's and pw's. the first one which i thought i knew already was my twitter. Except I must have exchanged or rearranged the passcodes. Sometimes I know the right access code to get into the system of it, but it was originally terpentine. I might have to try to apply to a few other sites to allow my usage of these new organized excacutables. Together with my blogs which are on livejournals, xanga, spaces/msn, facebook, angelfire, and tripod , I am able to write feelings plans, tendencies , gathered constructive critisism, tabloid like headlines, current activities, previous events during the day, whether it is useful to record or not, I still like keeping it in files. The AOL jOURNALS shut their operations down since Halloween of this year. It worn a hole into the textile that was woven and embedded into the weave of my computed literature. I will begin to try to recall the most of my administrative affiliations with the world on the net