A Rough-Draft of
a Possible E-Mail That I Might SEND - Vol.1
Greetings and, wait.....Deal or No Deal is coming on. America's Show that is a
great example for why our economy is swimmin' with the turds. I'll be back. What
a SHOW! The WORST! But I DO like when Howie says "Girls" and then those
dames hoof-it down those steps again. Last night Howie said that they've walked
22 - or was it 222? - miles thus-far. In THOSE heels? That's some kinda work,
but they do it SO well. Next season they're supposed to replace the steps with
moist mud! And change the color each week. Have a creek or a river or some rapids
so as to generate a little DRAMA! I'm confusing an early-afternoon confabulation
with a late-morning pre-verification of something which probably means very little
when weighed in a non-organic manner of shi................
the kinda BS that comes outa my re-built brain when I first get going. MORE COFFEE!!!
me and Babs just got back from our new Walgreens, just down the skreet, and I
got some new batteries for my Jasmine (by Takamine) acoustic/'lectric Bass Guitah,
and boy-howdy, that thing sounds really great. If I play it much-mo, I'm gonna
be a JAZZ bassist and wear brown shoes and drive a Mo-Ped with a trailer and a
quad MP3 player and speak in a foreign, indiscernible dialect. I'll probably get
more work than I meant-to, so I'll drag an agent around with me, but then I'd
hafta get a CAR. That's where I draw the line!
Chaz, all that was psycho-confabulation,
or - possibly - organically-caused confabulation. The latter being caused when
the Prefrontal cortical regions may have confabulation of memories as a symptom.
I'm gonna start reading the Sports section of the morning paper and quit going
to all these meetings with doctors. THEY KNOW TOO-MUCH!
OK, I'm coming around
'bout now, which should be good for at least a coupla minutes. I'd love to have
an 'event', a 'party-like' gathering where people could say something like 'doesn't
look all that messed-up to me, I'm KEEPIN' my hard-earned money to buy some more
corned-beef in a can', or something like that. But perhaps they'd bring some gift-certificates
or coupons for a new fishing-lure or an arrangement for a burger-to-go or that
sorta thing. I'd be forever grateful no matter if they brought ANYTHING 'cept
maybe some spare-notes or even a rest or that kinda thang! BRING ME YOUR RESTS!!!
And if I could just RECOGNIZE them, that would perhaps make me cry, just a little
on the INSIDE, but I' wouldn't tell anybody. I'd just write it down in my notebook
of "Confabulations" and look at it later, just to see if I have any
idea who that was.
This, Chazmough, is somethin' like my Braighn on steroids,
in the afternoon. You don't want to meet it in the mornin'-time. I'll hit the
'SEND' button before this goes into a deeper psycho-confabulation-a-go-go. That
could get kinda dangerous. Where's my 5-Hour Energy Drink?
Even Mo Later,