There Is Not Enough

Posted by AndyFan: There is not enough time in the day or minutes in the hour, enough sunlight in the summer or darkness in the winter; there are not enough paranthetical thoughts, nor hyphenated words, run on sentences or compound adjectives; there is not enough love to go around, or hate to kill a clown; British people with fancy British voices, American people with too many American choices; grand cars with grand car names; small cars with small car frames, paragraphs that start to sound like Dr. Seuss, thoughts that don’t add up to much, even the poop of a moose; there are not enough strangers to say hey stranger too, nor friends of andypagana.com to count each day anew; in fact there is not enough Andy for you know who, nor enough Andy for me and you; there will never be more than one, never anyone who is more fun; he will always be number one, even if google counts that other one; there will just never be enough.  (Seriously, we don’t even know what this all means, this post is only semi-serious, all but the Andy parts, compound adjectives, poop of a moose, the too many American choices, and of course the parathetical thoughts and hyphenated words.)