My English textbooks seem to be teaching the concept that English is the language of lies. They call them "fibs" in one book, "little white lies" in another. They claim that it makes life easier. Deceit, the social lubricant. Be evasive, use vague language, re-direct.

Your parents tell you about this dude named Santa. They string you along. It's part of the culture. SPOILER ALERT. No, I will not be the one. But when you analyze it, parents lying to you makes it easier when governments do. You have been on this ride before. You know how this plays out.

so i drink a few shots and surf
does that hurt anyone?
maybe the reality challenged
but i remeber
like the metallica song
MEMORY OF

so assholes try to rain on my parade all the time
and maybe i am an asshole
but there is a forum for assholery
called rugby
air your grievances there
and talk shit at the bar later
for decades
but don't try to rewrite history
i was there
do i have to call the rugby police on your ass?

my love net
there are people i hold dear that have moved on
to better loves
to better things
but we will always have the 80's
i appreciate the fact that some of you were waiting for me to get my shit together
but what if i am diarrhea?

im cool with that
i help plants gain nutrients EFFECTIVELY
the shit splat spreads the nutrients

the constant worry about shitting ones pants takes one a new meaning
at 104 degrees
and summer doesnt start
until the snake climbs up the Mayan Temple
on the Solstice
June 21
the temple that the Conquistadores missed

I had three million dollar ideas today  in English class. I shared them. The kids eyes  glazed over  as usual. Surf board shaped web browsers seems like  a no brainer. Sold in surf shops. Limited editions  with parts  of  pro surfers  destroyed boards being recycled. signed. numbered/ relics of an era when treasures were still being bought and sold.

The second million dollar idea was poo mail. opening and email and you get shit on. this one needs conceptual  work,  but  it had the stink of reality, as in add a little  hard work and  this  is the pet rock of 2015....  i forget the third  one...ill check  my notes....lots of energy today..humming like a well  oiled machine... life is beautiful and love is everywhere