Suck this into your soul's needful empty glands

An entry was made lately, linking back to me for reason the writer's mind took, for whatever caused it to react in it's unique chemical state some of us have become fortunate to touch upon.

Those not knowing what this tastes like in the mouth when occurring, relax, take a cup of latte, and wonder at signals to come to your synapse one day.

What for does a blogger blog for, if a blogger does not blog for the blogger blogging on the blog's blog?

Yes, it's sensual, making sense of seemingly senseless sense of sense.

Digress, I. Out of respect for the writer, I withheld commenting at the moment. Some of his commentors are still lacking in comprehending his magnificence, debating the wonders of light coming from his vessel's windows.

If you enjoyed reading this post, save your money and don't consider buying me a beer. Accept my humblest apologies that my blog might have in providing value in it's content while I work on certain projects needing funding.

I don't ask my friends for money. I choose to look Lucifer in the eye and tell him why he needs an ice cube.

If you feel the need, hook up the web cam and say my name.

It's the sweetest sound to a person's ears on this planet. Touch me.