Spare Thoughts #4

The piddle paddle of fading sound will always be the distraction that ultimately will be our demise. 
Don’t discount walking away from change. 
The first of the month is a little too much like this and not enough like that. 
You have the facial features of a whale that stood atop a hill of cherry lemonade. 
Don’t regret the times for the turkeys and hams that involve planning around the clock. 
Stress is the annoyance that creates the dramatic best that is hidden within us all.  
Perplexity stops action in the mark of giant tears when direction fails to offer the correct emotion. Argument elected to feel sympathy simply sends our problems to a second-rate boarding school. 
When the application is applied to watching anything, the bloated bristliness of paying for self-worth disappears. 
Exotic integration transcends the technological gap between God and man. 
Closeness supplies the need of gentleness that permits love to be more than a one-way word. 
Suggestion may not be a requirement in scenarios that are required to run their course in forgetfulness that is quickly re-experienced in the minds of simplicity. 
If you were there, then you would be real; but with mimicry you get honesty of sight that true colors can’t even perceive.

Spare Thoughts #3

What I call my own is so insanely different than yours. 
People in the world today are sick of the predictability that binds our new-found predestination. 
We need to start toasting to newness and not “accomplishments” in order for society to continue moving forward. 
You say amazing and it is why I ask the question: why stay up late for no results? 
If everything ever done is fleeting then why do we laugh? 
Getting yourself out of a puzzling confusion can only be lightly amusing to crowds of people, but do not anger the people. 
When did your heart turn black? 
What about matches make us want or not want newness in the old that is no longer there. 
Discovery brings excitement to warrant rubber bands being used to favoritism towards the less important things of our lives. 
A call from home is the loss that one encounters whenever creepiness accounts for blasphemy. 
Your words are like milk stains on a couch. 

Spare Thoughts #2

I'm still not entirely how to describe these, but here it is again.

Even if Anderson Cooper starts a new trend it doesn’t mean you have to follow it. 
Avoid bitterness that paroles the skies above us because it has powers that no man or woman can exist and it’s more contagious than any disease, save for aids. 
Toy trains keep the awfulness of the world away by simply moving in circles and running over children’s tears. 
A metronomic hit grabs you by the soul and takes you to the blizzards of your mind. Luckily for most something that is exactly the same couldn’t be more different than a hammer. 
It’s hard to completely pronounce stereotypes that don’t follow trends of common zoophobias. 
I can hear the drool coming from a vehemently sick man who recently used the microphone of a sacred particle accelerator. 

First Real Post

Okay so I've been in a big time funk when it comes to writing, especially on my main blog that revolves around some great television shows that I am clearly far behind on. So I've decided to enter into "the vaults" for this blog that has suffered through an even bigger drought than my other  blog. The following is what I refer to as "random thoughts" and the only reason they exist is because I take a part of some sentences/ideas that I overhear and I kind of expand upon it until it is no longer fun. So I found this in one my outdated Word Documents and on the off chance that this post gets some hits, I'll post a few more of these because I actually have a sad abundance of them (*).

(*) Once again I must reiterate that these words were by no way formulated or thought out. They were random, rare thoughts that sprung up in this Blogger's peculiar mind and I decided that it would be fun to share with the rest of you. So critiques are more than fine, but they will not be taken very seriously. 

"That’s the thing about French toast. 
There is no need to hear the sweet sounds of goblets or hymns because of the new plastic surgery available thanks to modern technology. 
However, real applause is generated from true waffling, spread across the frozen meadows of your life.
Whatever the situation that perceives us though, you can never have too many tulips filling your house; unless of course you are allergic to success. 
Let’s face it, beans are the fuel this society needs to keep revising the status of interpersonal relationships. 
Welcome those who travel from the depths of checked out lands for they feel the rays of the sun different then you. 
Maybe you've heard of kaleidoscopes that breathe and influence independent of the eyes needed to see them. 
Scientifically speaking the real world needs to catch up to the imagination of the man who is walking down Old Hampshire street, looking at the ant hill of his life."

Smiley face.