Profound Profanity

I was going to write something really profound, however in my travels it flirted aside my peripheral vision and out of range. Hinding somewhere no doubt. I can hear it shifting around in the cupboard upstairs. Silly thing. As long as it doesnt wake the baby it can do as it please. Or stick anything up my butt.. you know.. coz thats just not on. Outty hole!

Nb: If you seek salvation in the arms of ENDING YOUR OWN LIFE. Take the time to bang loudly on the door of a new mother’s home. Or a wall, preferably above the just soundly sleeping babe. Proceed to innocently proclaim that you “saw the sign but figured its 3pm and you MUST be up by now.” All the while wave raffle tickets in said seedy mother’s face and look around furtively like a mongoose. You had best read your last rights before attempting this, because the speed at which your jujenum suddenly projects past your epiglottis will hesitate no time for further speech.

DONT KNOCK ON MY DOOR! I dont care about the children with no books to read. It’ll engcourage their imagination, and there’s more money to spend on booze and cigarettes this way. Also, if my pyjamas consist of nothing, don’t be surprised when I answer the door dressed in such. You’re knocking, you obviously wanted to see me.
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Anywhore. Why is “profound” defined as; penetrating or entering deeply into subjects of thought or knowledge; having deep insight or understanding: a profound thinker.

Where as “profanity”: Abusive, vulgar, or irreverent language.

Is it offensive to have insight? To Socrates it would be, I suppose.. O.o

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On a side note, I have absolutely no idea where the Biannual catalogue from Oxfam went. I even scabbed through the bin looking for it. The kitchen bin.. where there are tea bags and youghurt and scraps of lamb shank. Alas, no catalogue. Unless perhaps that giant I-Ate-Your-Toupe’-For-Entree-Cocroach got to it first, rolled it up and used it as a toothpick. I’m just glad it’s too big to haul itself up the stairs, I’d be DOOMED!

-Salty