The long awaited wait is still standing. Never let your pockets open wider than your teeth can chew a plank of steak. After consuming much knowledge of the college life, I decided to keep on moving with my blog. Just because it stopped for a long, long time, does not mean the story has ended. Oh no! This story is just beginning. The truth is, I want to do something right now. I want to start it.
That's right. I am starting this thing called a group. Not a "Wow! Facebook group! Neat. *click* I am in the group!" It is more like "What is this? How do I get in? What is the mental capacity to be in this group?" group. The one where everybody does not know how to get in, but they do. The one that is not on Facebook because the group itself is reality.
No clue how to describe this, but the twisting DNA strands in your head are filled with air and ink. Your mind is formed with words out of space and ink. The main thing I want to get across here is that this is inky! So, beware.
You have been warned. Solely because I do not want a strange paradox on my hands. So, be on the lookout for the group. When people start calling it by name, I will invite them in. It seems ritualistic, but it is not. Just some good old fashioned group that is not exactly heard of.
Would anyone on here like to partake? Parcheezy? I have no clue if I spelled that right because it is such an old game that it flutters across my mind like a sound wave filled with pictures. Get it?
What makes the reader more attentive and willing to read a blog? How do I spread this blog to a larger audience that isn't here? Where do I put the blanket over my face to block the intrusive scenes of the real world? I will tell you all this and more once you captivate yourself into my own world.
So, I have a riddle-me-this *person*...why is it *ahem* that *ahem* you *ahem* *ahem* *ahem*. Never mind! This cough is too strong to type. Did you get that? Kermit the frog needs your help and make sure he doesn't look green! Blah!
Once upon a time, this giraffe ran the mile stretch of highway that bore green grass on a narrow farming community that had no right existing where it did for the fact it was nothing but guinea pigs wrestling over who had the next pellet to be shot out of the toy gun filled with anti-carbons that made up green paper slapped on the back with a moderately strong adhesive giving off a strange grin only to receive a simple slap off the well and a yes to if they will marry him.
If you get one part of that, you know. It just happens to be...you know?
Why are my feet slipping underneath the sky? Too many questions that you can't answer. Correction! You won't answer because you do know. You are just too scared to answer because the idea is...your answer might be wrong. Well, in my group or world or sweet remembrance of a club, I gazed upon the stars to realize that all answers are accepted. You have your own set of guidelines to follow within the guidelines of the guild lines guidelines to line guide your guided lines.
Keep up to date. You won't want to miss this year!
It is going to sweep the nation of it's cemented feet!
Alex Lang,
A trusted informant to the SWOT. Yea. Not SWAT.
Yay! Alex is back after a long awaited wait! Kermit can be painted orange...I think that would be acceptable up here, maybe not down there for you, but here yes. As for the confustion in my head, you have confulzed me today or is that my sickness playing tricks on me??? If you can answer that one I will be extremly impressed!
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