Ah how I have once again neglected my writing. Hopefully tonight was something of the spark I needed to refocus myself. All it took was a simple Rob. Who, if anyone has decided to peruse, is pretty well shaping up to be an extension of my own day to day observations. Just to go ahead and plug myself to any potential reader I have garnered here:
http://robabout.blogspot.com/.
If ever you have the desire to read short blurbs about a (personally) fascinating creature molded from the workaday thoughts that percolate in my mind (marked by abrupt endings, generally nonsensical and feckless observations, and a drowning redundancy), give it a browse. It may or may not make more sense to read it from the ground up. I'm not entirely sure if it will make sense at all. Don't care much to be honest.
In other (far less exciting) news, I have an MRI scheduled later this week. Also, unrelated to the MRI, still waiting on a slew of test results from ever persisting ailments I had thought were behind me. Feels good to say it aloud (somewhat). But thats about enough of that.
It was brought to my attention today that I use the word 'rapture' a fair bit in my writing. Got me to wondering whether or not I use it enough. Rapture. Almost as slick as 'anathema'. Or 'scintillate'. Scintillate. I have recently taken to the words 'banal' and 'fecund' as well.
I bought a Boris album. Which goes against everything I said about Boris awhile back. I am told its not their best. Doesn't matter its still fuckin' great.
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