Weheheell. It's weekend. Time to leave my brain in the cookie jar and concentrate on the abstract definition of time.

An alreet day. Nothing much to reeport. It was kinda hot. Then it rained. And then it was kinda hot again. I was lying in my bed watching tv when the birds started singing and the smell of grass and fresh after-rain filled the room. The sense of sight is powerful but sounds and smells are too. Suddenly I got this feeling of being alive through time. Dot dot dot a million times I've smelled spring rain and heard the birds. Reading Stephen King in the summer holidays. Playing soccer on a torched lawn. All those moments that you can't quite remember but you won't ever forget either.

The point? I don't think I had one, mate. Sorry.
I'm the original apologist
I'm trying to play the porn name game from my guestbook. The street and pet thing. Unfortunately I never had a pet and I don't really remember the first place I lived. So my porn name would be something like Bispehaven which just isn't very hot. Especially if you're Danish and know what a Bisp is. BRØDRENE BISP BABY! Ehm, yeah. Anyway. But don't worry. If I ever go into porn (and it's not like it's so far fetched) I'll let you know what name I pick.

And then I saw Le Pen on tv. France's new hitler (and I mean that in a loving and caring way) was worried about election fraud. Apparently at some voting boothes there will be two pieces of paper with Chirac's name. Instead of one of each. I guess this means that the people that vote for Le Pen are so stupid that they'll think "oh there are two Chirac notes. Well I have no choice but to vote for him then". I mean if you're going to rig an election you better come up with something better than only giving people one choice. That'll only work in one of them military dictatorship countries. Like Sweden.

I mean you go into a voting booth and you have the choice between Chirac or Chirac. I think people will notice that.

I mean it's just stupid.
wuddu I meen?
I mean come on.

Politics bah.

I'm not downloading the R. Kelly sex tape. I'm not. So don't come looking here Mr FBI. I h8 pron.
reely I due
And to take your mind off that here's my way to work:

As compared to the winter way.

Bye bye now. Don't forget to vote for Plume. Or Plume.

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