Sans Lithium?

Wellity wellity wellity, can you feel it? Can you taste it? No you can’t because what I refer to is untastable, it’s unfeelable (physically anyway) so you must be a lying son of a bitch dog stain…for shame. What I speak of is the approaching storm, the tempest in the distance, the hellfire for all your asses to toast themselves to; the one and only Here Today…Gone To Hell. The epic that will grace your screen this summer and subsequently cause your eyeballs to melt and pour onto the pavement beneath your gimpy feet. The movie that will have 60 year old men stroking out and running in circles because the left side of their body is all spazed out. The film that will cause tidal waves in your mind and leave you twitching in a pool of your own vomit and froth. Here Today…Gone To Hell is almost going into ‘make me and bake me’ mode. I mean I’m going to film that SOB soon. And when it does I can type up way more bizarre and ruthless comments that make little to no sense. Oh yes. So as for the moment, and the moment being now, as in RIGHT now, your reading it, your living it, I feel for your dedication you deserve a prize and that prize is a status update. “Another one?” I hear you moan in ecstasy, yes in-f’n-deed another one. Your right side will stroke out and gimp you up now, prepare for that by placing a pillow on the ground to catch your feeble body as it slams with all the grace of a manatee whose bungee cord just snapped. I really am going off on a tangent a lot aren’t I? Here is that promised update: the script has been prepared. Prepared like a fine turkey at the hands of an expert turkey preparer. Oh yes sir it’s on like Donkey Kong. Alrighty so I have rambled like no other tonight, so with thoughts of semi-retarded manatees bungee jumping onto stroke victims embedded in your minds tonight, I say goodnight and farewell…till next time.