My first blog about..... blogging... and cloetry

So.... I finally decided to start blogging..... This being my first official "blog" (other than the various social networking sites etc...) I'm using another free service to do all this. So thank you blogger.com. As I get into the whole process and get addicted as some have said will happen, I might start birthing up things and making it a little fancier. Since I really like to display pictures, videos, and illustrations of what's going on in my so called life, I'll do my best to make it as entertaining as possible. I've received many requests from people for me to "blog" the happenings in my life. Since my life was an open book on the air of North Texas for 5 years, I have no problem continuing the process. The most popular request from listeners and other various peeps of mine, would be "cloetry" If you have no idea what cloetry is.... I'll tell you the best I know how. It's a collection of over the top random thoughts that come to my mind when I'm hungover. Usually after a night in which I don't get to sleep till the sun is present. Most of the time it will makes no sense whatsoever. You will think I have problems and it may seem I break all kinds of laws. All but not limited to the following - The laws of the land , the law of physics, nature, attraction, grammar, quantum gravity, blogging, plagiarism, (I always try to specify my resource but due to my b.a.c at the time, that might not be possible) and oh yeah... some legal laws too. Cloetry defies anything in accordance with the principles of logic. Reasoning and interpretation is solely up to the individual reading it. (good luck) The usual content of cloetry is swirled with both factual and extreme fictional stories and characters. Sometimes I tend to label it "Pop-cultural word salad." Personally I don't see why in the hell people would be that interested. But whatever.... I can not deny however that I find it a little flattering that people enjoy it. So... If you think it's boring, you don't have to read it. If my grammar, punctuation, and misspelled words drive you absolutely crazy, you don't have to read it. If the language, content, and ideas expressed (in which can get really vile) are offensive to you, please... don't read it. Due to the (personally misunderstood) reasons of popularity, I will be probably be posting cloetry most frequently . However, from time to time I'll post things that might actually make sense like, daily goings on, life's bitches (complaints), life's gifts, various spiritual experiences, current beliefs, random thoughts and questions, etc.
With all that jibberish being said, I always accept any and all comments, criticism, questions, suggestions, and help for my warped sense of trying and being. I do hope in some odd way you now have an understanding of what to expect and have enjoyed my first blog.... about blogging....

dRiNk oN!!
-clo

I'll leave you with an example of "cloetry" written after a Jimmy Buffett concert in April 09...

"With a little love and luck we'll get by, Fruits, skirts and the little midget flirts, smirkin and Captain Kirkin on the far left pinky toe of Garth Brook's left tit. And I say, i say... on the last Tuesday in May. May the force be with you as you start the Crackn' mc no lackin but smakin the epmty bottle. Flee feetle smore a little. Plain Mary Jane's Last Dance as I make my Sunday morning waddle and Desdamona builds her rocketship. I DO NOT have a cousin in Miami, however... Fruitcakes, lakes, moats and little green goats have pigmee relatives near the eqator. Along thy shores of all mighty grand buzzes you shall find me. The tide is high, am I? The Dalai LLama no Lama is scared of seawall sediment that lie upon the open marshes of former President Garfield's Pencil Thin Mustache. Floating on amber waves of ocean bliss I kiss a hangover. Therefore it be said and always questions of the thoughts and the ongoing continuation of what we ask of life. Remember this - Rehab is just the very short escape from the grand realization of a very needed stiff drink A hostle Elmo, Kenny Rogers, Justin Timberlake all eat cake on the shelf of uncle tom's cabin. A shelf's strife is lingering about as a midmorning grass hoppper a snore .. Beachfaced and very the never disgraced by the gravity of how my flip flop is mislaced...."
cloetry 4/18.09