Welcome back!!! Sorry to leave you hanging for nearly a year. Too much red hot chili peppers and too much Western-voodoo medicine. I could have rendered myself lost in the wind two weeks ago. I chose a path away from the meds and I'll follow the path back to the Madre I know. So here I am and ready to update the progress of our lady-friends and their sagey nemesis.
When last we left, your author was dealing with scitzophrenia and other mis-diagnosed dilutions. So the story could have been a bit foggy and untold. I'm here to 'right' the ship 🚢 and get us back on course. Granted, I'm looney as two pet-coons and twice as unpredictable while being prettier than two sage brush in full bloom. That is a beautiful segue into our actual presentation.....
Sage and the girls are still at odds. Nothing settled but still trying. When we last left, our ladies were bitching about how tall the Sage were growing and the Sage were bitching about 'cowgirls' in general. "Running too fast, shitting on us, blatantly trampling our house!!!!"
In the words of Phil Collins....."there must be some misunderstanding......"
That where I come in. I am the meteator in a battle that can't be one (won.)
I listen to rock-n-roll music and hope to interpret a solution to all of our problems. Since it hasn't come, I still listen to Rockin roll and attempt to find a vein. I am simply an interpreter. All I do is gather information and interpret it the best I can. So as I listen to Brad, from sublime, talk about how early in the morning. Id
**** evidently it is a waste of time going any further with an iPhone. This piece of shit cannot interpret anything I say or allow me the availability to write what I want to write. For this I will have to reconstruct my approach and hopefully find a better writing apparatus. Courson BU garbage can interpretation of blogger to the iPhone or Welp be at iPhone
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