Reloaded!

Time to reboot BrainSewage. And this time, I actually have ideas for posts. Let's begin with a rehash of last time:

I am no poet; I am no arrogant writer elite. The opening simply seems to call for a more fine-tuned style, a futile metaphor for the fine overture that precedes a most elegant performance.


I distinctly remember sitting in science class my freshman year of high school, thinking about nothing in particular, when I realized I needed a drink. This simple thought resulted in:

I'm thirsty.---> Sprite. Obey your thirst.---> Sprites. Aren't those the cheap 2-D pictures they use in video games?---> Today's picture day, isn't it?---> Pictures suck.

So, by the Transitive Property, thirst=pictures suck. There's an example of how this blog will likely work.


So take your seats, O invisible spectators- your admission is of no concern. The show is about to begin.