"Beautiful thoughts, don't run away ..."

Have you ever had the feeling, that so many precious ideas just bubble out of your head faster than you can communicate them? Faster even to remember them to be told later? Still, you feel they are so precious they need to get out into the open, mesmerize and enlighten others as they have you?
I use this blog as a container to catch these deep and profound thoughts as the pour out of me, much like the basin of a spring fountain catches the beads of water pouring out of the penis of the figurine it adorns.
Reading old entries of mine I have found that it's not all brilliant, though. There is a good chance you considered your ideas precious as you were writing them because the Vodka your poor soul demanded to muffle your loneliness just hit the "precious"-spot in your brain. I think Pope John Paul was right demanding in his last will to have all his personal writings burned. I think I will add a clause to my last will to erase all exisiting records of me on the internet when I'm dead.

See ya

Marc