splitting myself in two

Another mini bout of insomnia which led, of course, to pen and paper and eventually me getting out of bed admiring outstretched dog, pouring milk (should have used the soy) on cereal and sitting down in front of this illuminated machine. I can't decide if I like private thoughts or published ones better, so I will keep up both and hope to get up to my nine public posts a month again. But my privates, well they started around age 14, some well written words I am sure. Thank you Mr. Carlisle, that was the newsmans name. Here is a secret, when I am dead I hope they find an old mail truck on my property overflowing with words I've written and never sent, creatives left to be discovered post mortem.
And I've sort of regretted mentioning a long duck dong in public, but it makes me happy that my sexuality is alive again since it has been so jacked up the past few years. So like my lower lip says, So Be It. I've been personal enough in this blog, why stop now?