I’m living my life like its golden…golden like arches.

What I call riding the fat walrus, most people call eating a foot long one pound brat…maybe it’s better to call it sucking down the fat gray mole…I don’t mean to misconstrue but I also feel a tiny bit naughty…or maybe its nutty.

Sometimes I think of road rally racing like cross dressing…it hurts my brain as to why I came up with this…

Why do aliens always pick on nerds? You would think the universe would give them a break.

I think cows are awesome because they look serene and stupid at the same time. I don’t mean to say this in a mean way but if I have any ego left in this cruel world it comes out when I compare my intelligence to a cow and dammit I am smarter than a stupid cow, and yes maybe even a smart one.

When I think of Vix Sundown I think of a large obsidian obelisk on an ancient world glowing blue covered in fine sand like powder, and when the peasant aliens pray around the obelisk to their obscenely powerful alien gods, they chant out his name which in their twisted alien tongue can only be described to us as sounding like Ralph.