I awoke to that...
 

...that which is insomnia and reflexive. That which is coffee yet not coffee also known as tea. Or toxic fluids of a unicorn pony that trolloped off with Titsalina Bottomsquasher and her ilk.

A heaven of rainbow brite and doubting thomas's. Which won't ever be if you don't believe the hellishness of selfhood and thus forth. On confronting the stone miracle of another day in the NOW and embrace the fork in the road and the cold cuts of mediocrity.

Slather the bread of freedom with mayonnaise and reap the miracleWhip of torte reform that only in heaven shall be!

Amen.

Out fucking standing, Bri.

You deseve no caffeine for what you did with Titsalina Bottomsquasher's ilk in the woodshed.
Yes, I saw you. And Jebus did too.

Damn. I thought that was JB posting for a minute.:tinfoil: