An Abundance of Lint

Could you imagine for a moment what your dryer would look like if you had two years of lint stored up in the trap? Now what about your naval? Two years of dead skin, cotton and dirt trapped in that neonatal given hole.

That's the kind of stuff that has been in my head since my last post, well over two years ago. Certain circumstances were at play as to the lack of literary submissions of unintelligent ranting. But it may be time to pull the trap and shake it out.

So consider this an announcement of sorts. A resurrection of lint. A return of random rants and adventitious ramblings.

Check back soon it may even surprise you. Like that twenty dollar bill that fell from a pants pocket at the bottom of the dryer.