Toastada

Sure ADA is great. Not here. Not ever. Not anywhere. This is not my post.

Not sure what it is though. Maybe it shall be about the people in South America for whom the past is before them and the future behind them. The future is unseen. The past is seen. Makes sense. Lots of sense. Nope. Not the freaky time people. Maybe this shall be about the cheese which is not cheese. This is something I would guess may mobilize America, galvanize everyone into action, and result in positive change for the country as a whole. Nope. I'm going to order Little Caesar's. They have pikes and assuredly real cheeses. Maybe this shall be about the people who are risking ire and malice by having their subwoofer infiltrate my place with subsonic annoyingness. Nope. They drove away. Someday it may indeed be time to build an EMP device from the microwave and put it to use. Nope. Maybe this will be about the gamma rays. I've heard they are like everywhere and free. Free for collection and resale. Nope. The loud car is back. With friends. Now I am going to have to think about researching an EMP. Got myself an extra microwave so that's the first step. Ah, drove away again. The street is not the hood, nor exciting enough to warrant chillin in the street at 10 degrees with the winders down and looking cool while playin some sweet tunes for teh laideez. Nope. Maybe this shall be about my idea driving home tonight to start a business of custom painting license plates. There are like 50 or more different ones. They are all lame. So what is to say I can't repaint mine to be some wicked good colors and make it match my shoes or hat or something? I bet there is not a law. I bet there would be right after it got popular. Maybe this shall be about why cars are like so weirdly sacred and nobody almost ever if close to never customizes them beyond the sanctioned little kit parts and airbrushed eagles and chicks and stuff. Sure, there is some attempts at art and there is this one car covered in astroturf here, but I think they moved and all the artists seem totally lame and wanting to do something that matters. What matters is cars. Look the hell around someday. Nobody cares about your driftwood sculpture, nor why it reflects the agony and decay of nature at the hands of time. Nope. Lame. Maybe this shall be about how van gogh inhabits every picture he made and is waiting to twist out of the paint and into your conciousness and to grab and hold it for as long as possible in order to bend you inot a semblance of his own being. Nope. That would be heavy. Not like heavy D. He's too heavy. Heavy like a gram of peanut oil. That is not bad. Not like a gram of flax seed oil. Certainly not as bad as a gram of almost anything else. Why the hell do I want a cracker now. Makes one wonder sometimes if like anything but the next day could have chosen to sneak up on me. And that.... is a wrap. wait. toastada.