The beauty of my impulsive brain!

Beauty! beauty! beauty!

According to the Nigerian song "Omo Pastor", beauty is an asset. According to that book about a horse that I read so many years ago by that person who thought writing a perfectly wonderful love story about  horse is fun, Beauty is black and I probably agree but then so do you if you love dangerous adventures, immoral fun and the dark night sky decorated by those tiny twinkling white specks which some wise nerd decided are bigger than earth either in reality or apparency. Another intersting beautiful man wrote a book that features a man asleep with dripping saliva flowing from his open mouth and chose to title it "the beuaitful ones are not yet born" conveniently forgeting that I, my dear reader, am a beautiful man with an absurdly beautiful brain.

Beauty is interesting though and that may be the only reason why you are still reading this unthought through  rhetoric from my beuitful impulsive brain. I know you probably will be faithful to my blog posts too from now on.
Of course, I will simply write as thoughts are born to me from the uterial linings of my mind and be warned I am a very optimisitc skeptic seeing as I avoid lies that bind and embrace truths that lust for a mind to process them and set itself free. (Not that those who embrace nudity are all either truthful or bold. Many of them, i presume just want to be nude. Not that I would understand!!!)

Oh! Fundamentally dear reader, Please understand that I am not trying to be everyone, just me. I am not trying to impress you, just write. I am definitely trying to paint a picture of my definitely subconsciuosly censored thoughts in an unedited format to an unadulterated audience (which I doubt you are). So, if you agree to my terms and conditions and welcome note, Please read on and let's you and me share my thoughts and Naked brain

Karibu!