Jeremiah's School of Levitation

Hey. I have some extra blog post titles I won't be using, but I thought I'd throw them out there, kind of like as a little "Free" table set up right in my blog. Feel free to take what you need. Maybe they can spur some abstract ideas, or dredge up some subconscious memories that will cure you and possibly save you thousands of dollars in therapy costs or many unpleasant moments. (I wish someone had told me the phrase "Yukon Jack smells like mint ice cream" before I actually got so horribly sick on Yukon Jack years ago that, after that, every time I smelled mint ice cream, I retched).

So, anyway, here they are. Use freely:


Crap jumpers
Seeds of Christians
Love in the preordained days
Blood in the cracks of the pages
Silent nightblood
I reach for the toothpaste
Deaf eyes
Several long dusty stares
I can't read sideways
Don't waste my toes
Liver shots
Manhole lover
Grab bag of rotten peaches
Bad, bad socks
Puddle of secretion
Sacramento momentos
Special effects cheerleaders
Slipping into uncrappiness
Look both ways before eating the booger
Speaking of my stomach
Cold indecision disguised as a milkshake
My whole world revolves around itself
Life under the bleachers
Sing mouse, sing
Modern man, antique inflatable woman
Trouble is on the bottom of my shoe
Like a giant squirrel I will reign over the nuts
Friends of carpet
Royal order of disorder

turtlDearest Jeremiah,

A freebee table?? I'm in! I'm thinking not only do some of these gems show potential for blog posts, but I'm pondering thoughts of a blog in and of itself, titled from one of your most wonderous gifts.

Stay tuned.

Whew...putting these out on a freebie table is like walking in an alley and finding really great free stuff. I may come back and pick one up!

Slipping into uncrappiness

and

Life under the Bleachers
(which I believe should be,Life Under the Bleachers: My Never-Changing World View)

Fabulous. You should challenge your readers to use one or two...that would be fun.

Su: Idiotic Meanderings--that's me. You should live in my head for a while--it's like being in an overstuffed attic that smells like an old wig.

TG: Wow. Can't wait.

Lucia: I am the alleyway in the towering city of Wanderlust, and I often deposit the sequins of fleeting thought at the feet of the weary traveller.

Emma: I thought of that challenge. I think I'll do that.

Misty: Yes, life under the bleachers, as confining as it may seem, is actually somewhat comforting, especially when the stadium's empty. I've always had this desire to hide in public. Hence, my blog.