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Twisted Cheesy Brilliance

The days are too few when I have the chance to delicately pull open a bag of Cheetos Puffs and plunge into their furvescant wealth of flavor. My eyes and taste buds found new delight today when I found the joy of Cheetos Twisted Puffs! Each puff does not only carry more girth than before but it boasts almost twice the length of the originals, twisted into a splendiferous creature in a corkscrew shape, somehow both moist and crunchy contemporaneously. The cheetah on the bag is more debonair than any earlier version of the animated monarch of cheesy lusculescence, but this is not at all pretentious. As if Cheetos Puffs were not the greatest snack that the worlds most stout and peckish thinkers had ever pondered, Cheetos brand has outdone themselves again. This cheesiness and crunchiness corkscrewn into a feverishly tasty treat goes far beyond all expectations, and pleases the tongue down to every last morsel.

FJL

Nine Words of Dancetrulescent Brilliance

In a world which there is no shortage of scrumtrulescent talent on the scene of dance, I must acknowledge a particularly magnificent performance from an artist who… cannot be described with the language that binds our human understanding to this earth. As I have done so many times before, I will simply describe this magnanimous individual’s performance with a series of vocal utterings that could only be classified as gibberish – but I trust your intellect will be able to grasp the intent of said mutterings. Please, gaze upon this video and join with me as I celebrate… no… venerate such an amazing display of talent.

I can only articulate nine mutterings to express my adulation: Pip, pop, pippity, poppity, pipop, popip, pipoppity, poppitypip, and poptrulescent. Enjoy.

Hello, Is It Me You’re Looking For?

In a world where there is so much to see, I have come to the decision that I should… nay… MUST begin to articulate my musing in the form of a blog. I have years of inarticulate mumbo jumbo rattling around in my brain, and have sadly not found, until now, a medium by which to release these incoherent ramblings to the world. But now I have, if you will, a “virtual pen”, and much like the blind woman characterized in the Lionel Richie video for “Hello” (after which this post title is christened), I am able to share these thoughts with you – anonymously. Also like the blind woman, I too hope to find love from a contemporary singer/songwriter/pianist with tight curly hair. That would be… scrumtrulescent.

Perhaps I have said too much.

Sadly I do not know how to undo what I have done.

I hope you enjoy this journey in to my soul as much as I do.

Cheers,

FJL