Bamboo isn't the first thing I had in mind when I decided to compose this post. I got distracted, however, and completely obliterated what I was going to post, although i did bring myself to self stoicism but I am sure it was equally inconsequential.

The construction workers decided to go on a rotating strike. Boy, did they ever get to go in circles

I'm not impressed with the idea of being cryogenically frozen. Sometimes I find things in the back of my freezer that don't look so good any longer.

I had a alot to say when I decided to write this, but alas a revolving door kept blocking my sense of ratiocination.

Hold on to a stick at the tail end and you'd be stupefy awe at the unpreparedness of the other end to what's to come.

Making sense just became blarney and their isn't enough words to go round anymore.