"Yeats and Lady Gregory corresponded. And James Joyce wrote streams of consciousness books." ~ Van Morrison

That goat movie was interesting. WTF was the plot about? I don't really know, but I found it funny. I read at lunch that it was reminiscent of Catch 22. Hahaha. That book was absurd. I should read it again. Yossarian was the finest soldier that never existed. The Assyrian? I didn't get that joke the first time. I should really look up words I don't know when I encounter them. Yossarian the Assyrian. It's not a very funny joke. That reminds of that meerkat named Yossarian on that television show. What was the name? Meerkat Manor, I'm pretty sure. Why do I know that? I don't even know when I would have seen it. I think I was sick or something. One two three four five six six sick. I wonder if the meerkat people read the book before naming that thing Yossarian? I'd imagine. More people should read Catch 22. Should? I need to stop tossing that word about. Would? Could? Wood?... Cood? Bah. English is intentionally nonsensical anyway. Pictograms that I can somehow read. Fossilized fecal matter would make a funny writing tool for apes. I bet it happened somewhere somewhen. What was I...? Oh yeah, "should." Shouldn't use should. Can't get an "ought" from an "is". "I" before "E" except after Microsoft no longer bundles Internet Explorer with Windows because the European Union got their collectivist knickers in a bunch. Knickers. Hahaha. Haha, dangly parts. That's a bit vulgar, eh? Can't even clean it up for live streaming babble. It's a good thing I don't broadcast thoughts like radio. Well, that I know of. All I know is I know nothing? Piffle. Poppycock. Melarchy. Any type of -archy is melarchy. My larchy? Melarchy because I own it, that's why. Minarchy? Yeah, melarchy. Autarchy? No, my tarchy. Oligarchy? No thanks, I threw my body into the machine and all I got was this lousy t-shirt... "'I can't belive it's not butter' I'll sing as I'm flogged, Yeah that's what I would do if I were God." I think I used to hate religion more than I do. Death smells like flowers. I don't want anybody else to die. I don't want to die. I just want to ride my motor-cy...cle. Gotta love the Internet. I think I'll end there. This one's for you SkyNet. And Rachel. Google bless us, everyone.