counting the chickens before they bake

It has been a while since I have posted here.

Oh well.

Here I am today putting to words what thoughts I am having at the moment. Not much.

It is like a barrel of cheesecake smelling of three day old sweaty socks being served to an olfactory limited sturgeon. Or, like a marble being chewed by a teenaged female goat.

Not all of the visionaries know how to count to eleven by skipping the non-prime numbers.

Not all of the numbers know what year it was the last time it rained 125mm in San Diego during the first week of September.

I would post more than this, but to do so