it's time for a pointless random story of a random stranger. an older man of the senior sequimizen persuasion told me a story about living in Alaska and getting into two bush planes accidents, the second of which involved a grizzle bear chewing off half his head. apparently, the plane hit the hibernating area of these two bears and when the plane crashed, the blood seeping from his nose attracted ...the bears, which then came full throttle at them but when the one rose up on its haunches, they were able to shoot it in the neck which stopped it finally but apparently somewhere in the shuffle it did manage to swipe its paw across his forehead. apparently in Ketchikan, ak, there is a museum with a grizzly in it that has some 24 bullets still lodged all over its body because it is hard to kill a bear esp due to the fact that their skull is so thick. I love random stories that people tell you that fall out of the sky blue.See More

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so this is it this is it this is !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am never going to stop writing this I am not even ever going to use punctuation ok I already just used some but I'm oops there was an apostrophe ok apostrophes are ok but exclamation points are definitely not ok and no periods or  commas or menstruation allowed either and I am just going to write and write and write a la jack Kerouac and I'm even going to try to heed my English teacher's advice I can't even remember his name Siobhan what was his name mr something or other and he said that you should not ever even use contractions why why why why does it matter if you use contractions I bet pregnant women would like to not have to worry about contractions why in god's name do I enjoy doing stupid puns like that but I do because they take you off guard there you are taking yourself so seriously so eruditely and then  oops out pops a dumb pun like a gun on the run for fun

ok I will have paragraph line breaks that's ok i'll allow myself that much maybe an occasional ellipsis or two ok so what can I say other than self reflective rather tedious remarks that are actually self referential not self reflective but I can't go back because that is not allowed what can I say what can I say other than why do I have so many self imposed rules I guess because all of writing requires some kind of structure some people write things that have plots that make some kind of sense some people write poetry in iambic pentameter and I choose to write stream of consciousness ramblings that are not stopped by time punctuation or rational sense so what's wrong with that maybe someone will find it interesting and if not then nobody has to really suffer because I'm not shoving this down anyone's throat now am I wow that was kinda harsh sounding wasn't it but it's just a phrase it's just an expression and sometimes it's nice to be verbally expressive even if it does sound a tad crass

ok little detour for a bit there that involved entertaining children and soaking up some movement and sun it's weird weird weird how I have such a mental block against staying at home why why why why is that I just don't get how people can stay home all the time I just want to go go go go and when I am stuck at home because kids are sick or don't feel like going anywhere I just go a bit nutty but then I think of other people who not only do it but make peace with it like my one friend who really relishes the idea of fixing up tidying up organizing redesigning her house and I think back to when I was a kid and could entertain myself for hours in my room or in my backyard and there was hardly anything such as playdates you just played with your sister or brother or self or maybe the two toe headed german kids down the street named wayne and Kirby who probably weren't even german but that's where my mind goes when kids are young and have really blond hair they were probably dutch or something or maybe swiss or maybe even finnish but somehow german comes to mind first I don't know why but it does is that because ok no I can't think about that anymore I am going to think and write about something else like the fact that sometimes I prefer writing to reading I really do I mean does that mean I'm a writer or am I just a narcissist and I think my words are more interesting than everybody else's it's not that I'm just fascinated with life and sometimes I feel like when you read something that somebody else wrote especially something that they wrote a long ass time ago then I feel stuck and in the past but if I find a writer who actually is alive and in the moment and inspires me to be in the moment  then I'm in               the                 momento