http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/I want to write unconsciously. Hmmmmmmm.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/179268"How dare you look at my bottom?", said one. "How dare you not look at my bottom?", said other. "How dare you contemplate the looking of bottoms when there are these rumps on which to feed?", said mother. This was the beginning, of the Meguro river cat gang. And what became of their bottoms? And...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/153388No? Oh, yes, yes yeeeeeees. This is what I was schooled to believe, was it political, I do not know, was it psychosomatic, a treatment of me by an overly indulged unamed person, who truly I can not name because they did not exist, one human form, this I do not know. And, for the record, I do not...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/151759Always. Even now, I'm writing, and I'm thinking, I'm the best typer, and then I'm thinking I'm the best honest admitter of being the best typer. Could this be neurosis, well fine, because, I think I have the best neurosis that ever existed, please, dare ye find another, and just today, I was...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/150512And I can prove this too, which is sort of backwards, I guess, if David Letterman were president and such incriminating thoughts were to be evidenced. I'm not going to go right a head and tell you all about why, because, I don't really have a lot of proof and I've got to make it last. Ok, the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/134758All of it and I'm not kidding because if I were kidding, and this is very serious, then why would I be so obvious about it, and post it in the humor section. And since I'm here, and as I'm here, I want to say just one thing, I am not kidding. Truly, screw it all. Screw what they say, and screw...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/53904I don't mean the singer. Trashy. Oh, no, I don't mean the singer. I mean doing the singer is trashy. I mean that I did India. Because India is a thing done. Oh, sure, you can go to India if you want, but to really do her is something else. I'm done. I can't say that I know exactly what hit me....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/29171I am so angry, I am so angry angry angry. I hate smoke like I hate having teeth extracted with a hard thread hanging from a helicopter and Arnold Shwarzenager supported by my right arm, dangling perilously. But that is too exciting to reflect the anger that is burning in me like chicken fajita in...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/29000This is the story. I'm on the train yesterday. I'm consumed by thoughts as per usual, I fee my brow furrowing, once and a while I let out a muted sound of humor, it might be that I actually mouth some of the words that I am remembering, particularily if they are my own. I look up and see that a...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/25966....said recently, in a new autobiography "......thus began my life-long hair struggles..." Ok, come on Hill, baby, really the hair is a little less weighty... I mean I don't want to think about your hair. Really, she's let me down, because, ok, I admit, my hair sucks too. But I don't want to...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/outrageously/25609I'm thinking James Brown. I'm thinking sex machine. I'm thinking it hot in da hot tub, I'm thinking get your booty on shake it girl shake it. I'm thinking wear those ruby reds, shine those black shoes, curl those eyebrows under, wear that collar up, hum that silky toon, look up at the sunshine...