Oh hell, just another blog post...

hello. my name is er wall and i am twenty-seven years old. i just recently imagined a little boy in the neighborhood and a little girl with two sticks who were telling this girl about the sticks he had. no, actually i didn't. i didn't just think of this. and isn't THAT a condradiction... i must have! but, no, se there is lie somewhere, baked in, rich with a mouthwatering freshness. i didn't recently come up with this imagination, it just so happened to be those words that sort of sprung out of my mind and on to the keys. the future was in that moment said to have been the past, which was obviously not true. not true indeed. donkey.

i, feel at ease. and the words, the words, they are great tools. all of them. epileptic, for example, a word. there is a slight tingeling on the top of my head when i utter the word, e p i l e p t i c.

there are so many words, especially in english. a friend of mine told me that there are ten times more words in the toungue of english than in my mothertoungue, the toungue of swedish. the swedish toungue is full of moist, and hell, if it was my toungue of choice for this blog, you would probably have quit reading this silly blogpost.

best of health to yall. wall out. 111-18!