This is the girl who helped my friends believe I am not ghey...hopefully. There is still some debate among them as to the veracity of this. I can only imagine my close associates hold this supposed truth so dear is the cornerstone setting it has gained in the structures of their worldviews. Somehow it makes their little mind-realms seem right and colorful. Delving into this obsene and twisted staircase of thought is not among the things I care to do as most of my friends are perverts of some kind and shouldn't be trusted to hold a dollar unless one wants that bit of coin to benefit the stripper elderly fund. I better watch the landmines I set though. My grandma told me we are judged by the friends we keep. The reader can draw his or her own conclusions.

As to why this fair lass should debase herself by keeping company with the likes of me steps past the borders of understanding I can defend. Maybe she is a adherant to the cult who believes their souls have walked the dirt beneath us in times-gone-by and did something aweful she has to make up for. Maybe she even lost a bet. I ain't gonna trouble myself with it much, though. I got her now and I don't know what I would do without the unconditional love and support she gives me. If ever I accomplish anything worthy of recall, it will be because she told me I could and helped me along the way. It is often cliched that one should put people in one's life than make them better. People like her show me how sayings like that become over-quoted. I want to say more but what needs to be said is more than what I can grab hold of long enough to turn the comprehendable parts of the alphabet.

Day One: JibbiusJabbiusManifestus

I have no larger purpose behind this other than as a way to amuse myself and to provide a gymnasium for mental tumbling. Biographical information is unlikely to be posted because if the reader is reading-that is what readers do-then the reader will more than likely be aware of who I am and my personal history. The reader's insights are probably more accuratel than my own anyway.

If this experimental planting proves bountiful, then so be it. I am hopful that it will. If I become a better writer simply because I force myself to write and reflect, then send out the monkeys on tricycles, it's a happy day. If I can use it in a classroom or other educational setting, turn loose tamborine-banging little people to accompany the monkeys and let them all lead the masses to a bar-b-que. That should let my joy be shared appropriately because if you dislike more than two of those three things, you are may be a communist and I have no desire to associate with you, you dirty hippy.

Publius