First thing that comes to your head

Let's put a smile on that face.

 

Wal-Mart

 

Twerking.

 

Miley Cyrus

 

Being alone when my wife takes her first trip outside of the state to visit her sister who lives in Indiana. The dread of it all. I hate being alone. I don't know anyone else close by... its a good neighborhood at least.

 

A thought comes to your head. It might sound like someone from a dream, or it might sound like yourself. It might be text, or audible. What it is, no one knows. Who can tell what a thought is? Not itself.
Let's give your thought a name. My thought's name is Fido. He came into my head six minutes ago. He wasn't the first one to come to my head, but he was the first one I named. If I stop giving him the attention he needs, he will be on his merry way. Never to be heard of again. Such is the life of the aimless thought.

 

Ninja man.

 

I was walking through the woods when a cat attacked me. It was 10 feet long and 6 feet tall. I started running only to trip over my own leg. It started snowing as the cat turned into a person with an affro. Everything he touched started turning into clones of himself as he ran faster than a car up the hill but could not get to me. I fell as I got to the top of the hill and rolled throughout all of eternity while the man of the affro was always in my mind. I couldn't get up as visions of the man of the affro never escaped my mind. I can see him in the trees that are always turning while I tumble down the infinite mountain. I can not see anything except his face for the rest of my life as I slowly go insane.

 

What the hell.

 

I know right? It is rough being a fetishist in a small town local.

 

The Wild West

 

Will Smith

 

Will Rogers. Mr. Rogers Neighborhood. Jim Nabors. Gym class. No class. Know it all. All hands on deck. Deck of cards. House of Cards. House call. Call to arms. Arms race. Race relations. Media relations. Media star. Four-star general. General Motors. Motor oil. Wesson Oil. Smith and Wesson. Will Smith.

 

Where there's a will, there's a way (and sometimes, a writ)

 

That's what my mother used to tell me. (This was before March 2, the day she died.)

 

"In every prophecy, every foretelling of our future, Kelal0r is where we die." - Ayen (I really need to finish that story sometime.)

 

Skyrim

 

The stealing of all the lamps.

 

18.30 here I´m starving!!!

 

If I were born in 1830, I'd be about 188 years old right now. Oh, to be that young again...

 

Gandalf? Oh no, I thought of Dumbledore. Thousands of fans of both univserses will want my head now...

 

To be thinking about the final chapter of a novel you haven't started is weird, must confess...

 

you can't get there from here.

 

I'm going nowhere fast.

 

I'm going everywhere slow.