writing with porpoise

did you know that porpoises are sometimes referred to as 'mereswine', as if they are pigs of the sea. look at this lil fucker, though; jesus christ:

beautiful, affable, a delight. not what i think of when i see a pig, though there are some beautiful pigs. it's all about porspective, innit?

anyway, the entire porpoise of all of this was only that i was going to generically title the post 'writing with a purpose', but then i drank some rex-goliath pinot noir (lush and velvety) and decided to get a little wacky, a little mischievous. there is no punchline, and i am not sorry for it.

they are pretty much dolphins (porpoises are), and they can blow bubble rings in the water, not unlike a HADOKEN!, via ryu from street fighter. that's pretty fucking cool. i can't do that, and if i tried, i'd actually probably die. however, porpoises do _not_ thrive in captivity. i am a powerful, sedentary human man. i can sit here and drink my $9 handle of detestable wine while transcending the zenith of internet imprisonment. porpoises can _not_ type aimless blog posts in the comfort of their own miasmatic throne.

anyway, this is just a little amuse bouche of myself trying to will into writing again. reflection is good for thoughts and thinking about reflection. you could also liken this to an auto-fellatious exercise in futile humility because there's got to be a paraphilia for that anyway. maybe i'll get into literotica?

cheers