do hornets like donuts?

what the frick, what the frack, what the knackity-knack it's a clicky clack world, clicky clack clicky clack and there's no skipping forward and there's no going back, there is just moving on on life's one way track so even though nobody beats the beatles (as if cuteness was not a crime) a friend asked me once upon a time, do hornets like donuts and i said what? and what's that gathering my head sniffing about like a hound? do hornets like donuts? that's what she said, whatever could have been going through her head, do hornets like donuts? well, let's hope they do at least more than me (koo koo ka chooo) do hornets like donuts, do hornets like donuts? do hornets like, donuts? (dough nuts horn nets horn nuts doh doh dee doh doh) so i heard once again do hornets like donuts? and i thought that is so Seuss, a thought in a noose, daring to hang around, but this is not Seuss with meter too loose, daring to mock a sound, so what is this then a poem of zen? about what it's not to be found yeah well, if hornets like donuts then wasps might resign to dine with an ant on a mound and somebody else asked does it astound? as if the animaniacs themselves were not profound and not just...

bullsugar! :)

she was a bad girl

stumbling stupid weak and whiny tp still stuck to her hiney wither worry left behin'e approaching the night before, heard the whisper, evermore... reaking of the cheap elixor prayers were never gonna fix 'er compound interest has kissed her greed corruption and still more, heard the madness, evermore... delicate toes tipped around her pretending that no one found her even the dog would not hound her as she laid there on the floor, heard the liquor, evermore... cancer finally consumed her kindness and payment perfumed her even the worms cried, "exhume her", corrupting the earthly core, heard the maggots, evermore...

was there ever a doubt?

silly child, of course not (what did you think the answer would be?... and why if you dare, huh huh huh? smiley face giggle) cuz the facts of life at least as they have been laid out for me in this particular life experience are beyond ironic (even when i am a moody emo child silly one) the joyous laughter tickles me inside (even when we are all wondering what what is what, or which, for that matter... what? what? what? what?) the game comes around sooner or later or so the philosophy goes (comes around, goes around, you know, that what) so tonight it did and there is no stopping the party for the bullsugar (or anything, cha cha cha (no really, seriously even, did you have any doubt?)... oh come on, over even, here's a hug)...

wish you were here :)

squeezing it out

so i take the laptop into the bathroom to squeeze out another entry (but geeeze surely, don't call me bullsugar, if you know what i mean) while somewhere in the distance as if from some future dream (or nightmare) a voice ponders whether a kid who loved t2 knew the star was his dad and is le-lo enjoying house arrest too much and is leann too skinny in her skimpy bikini (but can we show the photo another few times) as if that matters in our lives, but that's when i dive for the remote to change the channel or better yet, turn off the world's most popular (and probably most influential and possibly most destructive) distraction as i add one more round to this party bus loosely called (all together now)...

bullsugar!

maybe i'm amazed at the way i giggle all the time

maybe i'm amazed at the way you giggle at me cuz there is such a sweet adorableness in the proper (and even more in the improper, sometimes) giggle that any heart not melted instantly by the sound and body language and bounciness of the experience (giving or receiving, even) was probably stoned in another life (and a narc-type-a paranoid control freak god-fearing loser or some such offensive collection of meaningless word in this one) and if you frowned or got even the slightest bit uncomfortable or seriously wondering (or slightly, even) they you too need a good goosingly gotcha giggle yourself so step right up and see the amazing gigglemonster, half human and half giggle, performing feats of absolute adorableness right before your eyes and if you don't, well, sad for you i am, yoda too, even, and with this i gigglefart all the way home...

taste buddies

there are just so sensitive and connected to my brain (and therein, every nerve ending and hormone producing gland and organ that shoots emotional fireworks throughout the mind and body, it is almost unfair that so many seem to detach and lose touch and have a love-hate relationship with them... taste buds, i mean... they are my buddies when all others fail or drift away, they remain (stuck in my mouth, i suppose, but they don't seem to mind cuz i give them what they love most of the time and they've learned to love so many things, i can balance the dietary choices so i don't weight a ton or have out of control unhealthiness in the body)... tonight, they provide one of the best orally inspired orgasms this body has experienced in a long time as they explode with joyous memories of new york pastrami and knishes... hooray for mail order food :)

and that's not bullsugar! :)

cha cha cha ha ha ha ha

don't you ever get tired of the emo whining over at the daily life blog (aka e-the-real)?... i mean, come on, the pathos is pathetic and all but swallows all hope for rational thought (loneliness swallows positivity letting fear consume hope, such a human way, nyuk, nyuk, narf lol lam laa)...

there may never be enough time for anyone to really travel back to understand it all, after all, many of the online babblings and rhymes are no longer there and the online writings make up but a fraction of the lifetime written gardens and this is just one life, cha know? :)

and what good is any of it without love? :)

wigglewaggle

wiggle... waggle... whatever it means today, it's a fun little dance of the mind as fatigue tickles the synapses until giggles make sense, in fact, it is well on the road to that nameless place where giggles make more sense than anything else... if you've never ben there, you have my sincerest deepest sympathies...

and how was your day? :)

taking care of beeswax

sleeping less this week again, stimulated by sports, in the flesh and on the tube, and watching the craigyferg guy bare his naked ego all over the screen... posting on twitter and faceboon, serious and nonsense, you'll just have to search to find that crap... but i love all you friends and followers, really i do...

and you too :)

laughing memories

wisdom would suggest sleep at this moment, but craving calls for ny pushcart hot dogs cuz i saw them while walking downtown after the milessa ferrick concert and i did not buy any cuz jackson is a healthy influence, mostly, sorta, when i want her to be, and she bought the concert tickets (so i treated for sushi)... so i shopped on the way home as planned cuz i needed basic stuff and some ny pushcart hot dogs and onions in tomatoe sauce jumped into the cart and followed me home... i deny any knowledge of how it might have happened... they are cooking themselves as i type this and shortly, they will most likely stuff themselves in my mouth at which point i will be left with no choice but to chew and swallow or choke...

20 minutes later...

it might help if i actually put the hot dogs into the boiling water...

bullsugar! :)

this secret is personal

bullsugar might be the sweet side of bullshit, but it also might be the playful side of fake doo-doo and in the end, perhaps it is a chocolate creme pie in the face that pretends to be poop and leaves you wondering (unless you are the one tasting the creme on your very own lips)...

in other words, what is real and what is not?... you have to get close enough to taste me to really know me... narf :)

what i meant was...

to share a bit of the fondness and revelry we here at bullsugar feel for the irreverent absurdity (and flagrant flaunting of disregard for rules cuz people need a good shock out their socks now and then, regularly, even) of craig ferguson who is not only am american on purpose, but he is american on purpose on twitter, sort of... actually, i think he's a bit old fashioned when it comes to the tech world, unlike howie mandel, who actually twitters (along with his son, in fact)... but craig ferguson is quite insane, intellectually comedic and cleverly insightful and what i meant to do was insert a bunch of links to craig ferguson rather subtly in the previous entry with all the flair of oo-la-la if you know what i mean... you know, the way craig might do...

it didn't work though cuz i forgot... so i went looking for some websites and i found the seven rays and the ellen show and lots of others that lead me wandering through myspace and facebook and twitter and who knows where and i found craig's book on twitter along with wavey crocodile and even his rattlesnake mug which lead me to believe i might not be the only one who found him amusing...

so that's it, what i meant was craig is full of bullsugar :)

aimless wandering

that's the direction my mind is heading and there's no time to enjoy it, so i'll just go through the day faking the maturity and responsibility and focus and all that grown up stuff while i let my mind daydream out the window of life...

wanna climb a tree with me? :)

pixilated

or perhaps pixillated, but spelling is only one of the mind bending alterations that the pilixated can bring to the table of life... and it's long nigh on time (whatever that means) that we just up and faced the fact that i am quite pixilated...

now if i can only find a pixilated partner, life would be pixiperfect :)

no really, i was not looking for porn

well ok then, there i was waiting for a moment of non-suckage from att so i could google map where i am going tomorrow (should have done it from work where i have a printer, aye?) when i found myself on my twitter page that i never use to see who is following me (anybody's guess why) and i click on a link in the first twitter from the first follower and i find myself here looking at local amateur porn pictures and i am reminded how most human bodies are rather repulsive (disgusting, really) to my libido/psyche (no wonder i'm alone, no doubt) and somewhere along the way i find a japanese school girl who probably would have waggled my wiggle had att not sucked so much that streaming is rare here, but hey, who needs porn for fantasies when sex is mostly in the mind anyway...

no really, i wasn't looking for porn and didn't watch the whole thing...

maybe later lam lol la la la...

meanwhile, i wonder if masturbating before the big game give me weak legs?...

bullsugar! :)

oops, we did it again

again?... oh well, maybe there's just no cleaning up the act of the incorrigible child who really does not care how the world (that would be most of you, i suppose) perceives the babbling fool online (or is this yet another weaving of the web of the maze of madness that is the method to the means to me?)...

it was supposed to be more appealing as in less ridiculously abstract and whetever else it takes to be popular or at least more accepted as normal every day or really not all this grandious crap but some serious sharing on the semi-light smiley happy shiney facey side just like you...

or was that just bullsugar?

omgoshikins!

omgoshikins, could it be that nobody did?