Time. No, not thyme, time. There is a vast difference; thyme is a seasoning which also serves a very useful purpose of softly carpeting the ground whereupon it grows, thereby eradicating any meddlesome weeds planning on sprouting. No, I said meddlesome weeds, not meddlesome kids. Meddlesome kids are a bunch of amateur crime fighters who somehow manage to find droves of criminals crazy enough commit crime while pulling off exorbitant scares. No, I did not say stairs. Stairs are an antiquated way of reaching the second floor. They only put those in buildings to make fat people feel guilty. No, they aren't really guilty of a criminal offense. But McDonalds should be. No, not Old McDonald who had a farm and the audacity to coin a hideous song which will haunt mankind for years to come. No, I'm talking about Old McDonald, not Friday with Rebecca. Friday is a demonic interpretation of the thirteen year old club scene. No, that actually doesn't exist in Miami. But sharks do... No, not card sharks. Those cohabit Las Vegas with George Clooney and Brad Pitt. No, Pitt does not advertise deodorant. But he does do a Chanel no. 5 commercial and have strange hair that's just as disturbing as the amount of coverage of Angelina Jolie's double mastectomy is getting. No, her last name is not Smith. Smith was a guy who, despite having an incredibly interesting story and costarring in a Disney movie, has the single most generic name of all time. No, not thyme, time. And we have now come full circle.
What now?
John Smith
Song of the day is Purple Haze, by Jimi Hendrix
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