Friday, July 15, 2005

and you call that rambling?

Whenever bloggers write ‘I’m just rambling on in here,’ I always roll my eyes and say, ‘you call that rambling?’ It does not even come close to being disjointed, confused, and inconsequential. Compared to my ramblings, theirs are literary masterpieces. When I ramble on, I really ramble on, without thinking of the sense or organization of what I write. Or maybe I’m just more bored than most drifters here in blogosphere. Yeah, maybe that’s it. I’m way too bored to even try to tidy up my thoughts. Or I’ve really gone bonkers but don’t want to admit it. Or my brain’s pretending it still has some functioning dendrites when in fact it has nothing but sawdust floating around like white thingies in a snow globe.

Whatever the state of my mind is, I know I can ramble and babble and jabber and prattle and talk nonsense very well, thank you very much. That’s what I do best. Come to think of it, this whole freaking blog is just a load of nonsensical, higgledy-piggledy bullshit.

Anyway, I saw this file being eaten by termites inside my hard disk. I decided to extricate it from the deepest bowels of my disgruntled Drive C: and air it out here a bit. I wrote it in a brief moment of dementia (which is not infrequent, by the way); finished it in one minute tops, without pausing, without thinking, without reflecting, without breathing. I entitled it…

The Principle of Trajectory Endeloscopic Malfunction within the Context of Eloidical Amalgamation of Presumptions: A Philosophical Treatise

With the introduction of all the possible protracted imperfections resulting from interlocutions of elitist ponderings, now wanting in castrated ramifications, now smelling of placated shimmering, or oscillated windows, all lip service of the shod of the matron who consecrates the mawkish wanderings of the prefect whose wife meanders into the marshes of sanctimonious leprosy, warrants undivided attention. Why then must the lusty porcupines finger the listless fodder of the lemur? Because of travesty and megalomania? And what of the leaping umbilical protection afforded by the lackey’s blistered lopsided mush? In this never-colliding machinery, the spent locomotors cease to entangle plausible pundits. However, knowing fully well the recalcitrant domain of the king’s loquacious plenary trappings, the amalgamation of slivers and trapezoids arrests the vortex of seasoned ebbing. This very senile shade, in whose folds rests another rapacious yet cranky shenanigan, sees the effervescent pleadings of a truncated, masticated, and emaciated tendon. If, however, we perceive a contraction in the mezzanine of canonical bonkers, the sanguine pores of the meticulously calibrated scumbag leaps into another zooming goulash. Granting that this perception tingles the trumpeted finesse, the pockmarked leasing of unity’s posh canine holster must not presuppose a possible beating.

The presumption, therefore, of a bloated linden nourishment trims our intellectual perspicuity into another lobbying enigma, a trinket in limbo, a princely innuendo of a precarious, elemental contrition. Of all the lampooned premises, this one creates a lucid tinkering of a nunnery. Could it be the legalese that a horde of rambunctious lechers lubricates to form an elephantine ermine? Perhaps it is, or perhaps not, judging, I presume, from a kinetic celerity that chases the perfected onomatopoeic pontifical crest. However, my proposition adjuncts an overarching, lashing yet brocaded plummet into a hegemonic pandemonium. If this is the hemispherical bolstering, then the crowned, pilfered stealth of a crinoline piston does more to the draconian fleeter.

Provided that the fictitious shamble procures a sabbatical amputation, however suppositorial or endemical, we can project a pincer. And why not? Shall lisping be tiered to fixate moribund somnambulism? That would be a stark contradiction of Leplupaditot’s theory of transcendental implications. Lost within the peristaltic embellishment of the pristine mesentery of a Calvinist torque, we can, in all filigreed somnolence and opulence, extricate the limpid sonority of aquiline prosthetics.


At 12:13 AM, Blogger jenjaded said...

Sumakit ang ulo ko sa yo! Nag-attempt pa talaga akong basahin eh no. I should've known...

At 1:33 AM, Blogger bullish1974 said...

this post is hard to comprehend. sorry, i don't speak Urdu.

At 11:53 AM, Blogger transience said...

i read through all that rambling (i am overachieving like that). and you call that rambling? i am jealous, damnit.

At 11:54 AM, Blogger transience said...

the above was all just rambling.

At 7:59 PM, Blogger snst_blvd said...

i feel like spongebob's bestfriend, patrick, now.

uuuhhhhhhh....... I'll have a...... uhhhhhhh......

At 4:10 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

HOY! Napanaginipan kita tsaka si transience. Hahahaha, kakatuwa, sa dream ko nakita ko daw kung ano ang itsura niya tapos ikaw, never nag-appear sa dream. Malamang kasi kapag nakita kita sa panaginip e magiging bangungot na yun!

Hmmm....baka may gustong iparating sa akin ang aking subconsciousness, waddyatenk?

Sira kasi PC sa bahay kaya hindi ko na mahintay na makapag-chat tayo, kinailangan ko na talaga i-post ito. Gusto mo ba malaman kung ano ang nangyari sa dream?? year sabihin ko sa iyo, kapag nagkita-kits na ulit.

Mrs. M

At 4:16 PM, Blogger blue arden said...

*Rolls eyes and thinks, "you call that rambling?"

At 11:31 AM, Blogger slim whale said...


ako rin sumakit ulo ko dyan.


i'm fluent in Urdu. I can even speak Hugawakamala.


more like babbling.

hey, a friend of mine dreamed of you. read her comment above.

mrs. m,

if it's your dream then it must be extremely obscene. subconscious messages? let me guess, i secretly turn you on, right?

o siya, email mo na lang sa akin ang malaswa at malibog na dream mo.

blue arden,

read it closely and you'll roll your eyes and think "this bastard's a nutcase."

At 11:34 AM, Blogger slim whale said...

sunset eyes,

oh, i'd love to meet patrick. we'll have a great time together.

thanks for dropping by!

At 8:06 PM, Blogger rmacapobre said...

i had a friend who was bipolar and high at the time, who would talk like this for hours .. ^_^

weed .. good ..

At 11:58 AM, Blogger slim whale said...


i'd love to meet your friend. we'd get along fine.

At 11:43 AM, Blogger Jules said...

ahhhh.. okay... my head hurts after reading you effusive philosophy... argh! my neurons my neurons!!

At 1:23 PM, Blogger slim whale said...

julsitos--now you know why my life is so messed up.


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