These Are The Days My Friend.

Please to excuse earlier entry. Metody had been drinking home make wodka and was feeling little down in mouth. Also Donna, woman Metody make sexy with, tell Metody that he is bastard and that she no longer will see him or even make fuck. This is because she finds Metody film the sex and put it on internet to make money. But Metody replace her head with that of red ballon using photoshop, still she very cross as she say her ex might recognize with her wagina and as she has wery distinctive flaps.
Metody eat thirty small plastic bag of pork scratching snack in order to die like little boy who’s mother she fed him salt. But Metody just wake up thirsty and have made shit in his pants.
But Metody now puts all of this into its proper place, and decides that Donna is not worth being dead. So Metody is more normal now in himself. I will now go play tape in my BMW of fine English singer Mary Hopkin.

I ask of you for my Indulgence.

Metody is having decided that he will stop blogging. Sure for some it is an escape from an life that does not offer all that he would wish on himself. Maybe this is the easy way to feel less alone, but without any commitment or effort, such as in circumstances with people that he might meet in his life. For the other it might be a chance to be read and admired for sharp insight and wit, and the need to communicate those ideas that they have to others.

‘Whatever’ as my friend Tina she say.

But poor Metody he sees so much patting on the back, like in television awards ceremonies. This is most distasteful. Also so many think that their be something inside of them that they need to showing to others, but still inside of them is also liver, and kidneys, spleen, lung, and gall bladder; and like these it might be best left inside the body and not exposed. This electric communication has its share of people with gifts, as in all streets of life, but then there is too much that is wery depressing and to the self it indulges, also Metody is thinking that too many think that recognition from others must be sign of type of fine capacity, but this is far from so. So for Metody it makes him decide to spend his energies in a healthier more productive mode.
At twelve by the clock this dinner time (England time) Metody will eat of pork scratchings till he is dead. I say goodbye to some of you. Never ask of Metody agin for he is gone.

Metody