Worth a thousand words

I hope you can read this.  Otherwise I am just wasting my time. 
Now I am just wasting yours. 
Don't read this hoping to gain insight into the human condition.
Don't read this if you have anything to do.  This is not useful in any way. 

I am only kidding of course.  I don't write my thoughts down so that I can read them.  That would be silly.  I write these thoughts down so that others might know what it is like to be in my head. 
I don't suggest wearing your good shoes though.  They are likely to be muddy after trouncing around in there. 
Don't wear your good pants either. 
Don't wear your lucky shirt.
Don't wear your derby hat...interesting.  Why do you have a derby hat?

I want you to read.  Read on!  Tell a friend.  Tell them where nonsense lives. 
You see!  You see!  Right there.  Nonsense is a noun, yes...but it isn't alive.  Nonsense only lives if I tell it to and if you believe it.  The words are right there in front of you and they don't really mean that much, but you have an unshakable image of yourself with muddy feet on a slippery slope wearing an unusually large hat.  You press your hand against something, but you don't feel safe because its sticky.  You want to move but you can't.  You endure the ickiness because you fear what might happen if you don't brace yourself inside of there.

...Keep in mind that you are wearing your lucky shirt.

I...You...We all use language to define and describe our daily lives to each other.  It's funny how words can mean so little or so much and it all depends on how it is used. 

I will refer you back to "nonsense". Synonyms are: Balderdash, Moonshine, Absurdity and Twaddle (SOMEONE FOUND A NEW FAVORITE WORD BTW).

If you shout to your friends, "Hey, Ronstop wants to tell you where Twaddle lives." 
They might think that Ronstop is some kind of pervert. 
Or that he believes in magic, trolls, wizardry, Middle Earth and whatnot. 
I am and I do believe in those things, but that's not the point.  The point is that I feel like nonsense will manifest itself in many ways.  Its most common manifestation (for me) is that of a sprite-like creature standing about 2 feet tall, drinking beer, playing tricks and is hard to catch.  Yeah, I know it sounds like a leprechaun, but the thought of a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow is nonsense.  Isn't it?

There is a balance with language...there is always an opposite...kind of.  Language is balderdash.

With "up" there is "down"
"promoted" and "demoted"
"love" and "hate"

"Insane" is the counterpart to "sane"
But why is "invaluable" worth more than "valuable"?
To "incarcerate" means to imprison, but "carcerate" is not a word and "prison" is.

One can only be "reborn" after they have been "born", but I have been "rejected" many times without having once been "jected" (to my knowledge).

There. Their. They're.
To. Two. Too.

Do I have time to address sarcasm?  I shall call it God's greatest gift of confusion.  How amazing is it to say one thing, but to purposely mean something completely different?  It's great, right?  Now say it sarcastically. 
"Thank you for that little tidbit of absurdity, God.  This won't get me in trouble at all.  My mother will appreciate this more than anyone"  Said the boy just before he was sent to his room and simultaneously struck by lighting for having just used a "TONE" with the Lord our God. 

"What 'tone'?" said the boy in a voice that was just a smidgen too patronizing.
"You know the tone." Said God as he smote the boy once more with an inevitable second bolt of lightning.  Then God smiled and contemplated whether or not anyone on Earth had ever used the word "evitable".

I will tell you that there are exactly one thousand words in this blog.  Clever, huh?  Not here...but at the end.  I am stretching it to 1,000 now is all I am doing.  I figure it will be more meaningful this way.  Nothing left to say except that I doubt very highly that there is a picture somewhere in the universe that can sum up these incoherent ramblings.  And I am certain that if there were such a picture, you wouldn't want to look upon it for fear of sacrilege and blasphemy and lightning bolts. 

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then what are words worth?  Not these words.  Others probably.  Other thoughtful words. 

oh, and I didn't count the words.  I've got shit to do.