This is another post to fix the design issues I have with blogger and whatnot. The text that you are reading is not going to make any sense whatsoever, so you might as well stop reading right away to avoid wasting your time and energy, which I'm sure you have very little of at the moment seeing as you're reading this piece of prose. Ha, you might've guessed that I might've said something different, now didn't you?!
But that's as far as I can see anyways. Hows the world looking from your point of view? Fun? Exciting? Boring. I've seen many boring things, so I can't really complain about not being able to see them, whatever that means. You can just blow it up in big brain text.
Hey, did you ever realize that Brian is very close to brain? It's almost as if naming someone Brian would make him or her smarter (see how feminist I am, you know, 'cause I didn't leave out any girls that were named Brian, which would be weird if I didn't?) than any other named person. That of course is not true because names really give you nothing to base upon or jump upon. All they give you really is another way to be bullied when you're in school. At least, that's what I've heard from those random comedy clips on youtube. Why would someone with a weird name get bullied? The world may never know. And I may never find out, discover the antidote to the disease of not knowing. Man oh man, I really need to think more when I type. If you'd just give me a few seconds to breathe, I'll show you the way.
Next door to the big mamma's house is the little Korean lady who thinks that her dog is her wife, weird as that may be, and constantly makes out with said dog in the park when she takes him for a walk; yes, the dog is a he. Stuff like that happens in the park when the lights are so dark that you really don't know where to find the freaking sharks that haunt your mind inside of every little thought you ever think. Nevermind. I think I'm done typing for now.
Oh, no I'm not.
This is probably what my movie reviews, or wise sayings about movies as I like to call them, will look like, jumbled letters formed into incohesive words that spring from the random thoughts probing my head, hopefully having something to do with the movie I choose to write on.
There was once a man named Bill.
He died.
The end.
The end of the blog post this is not.
Now it is.
I watch movies, then I speak wisely about them. I'm a see-er, and I'm a seer. Get it? Ah, come on; you've got to admit it's a little clever.
