Ok, Ok, time to rub the sleep out of my eyes and crack my weary fingers. Shit dudes, I haven't been writing enough lately, which comes as good news to some I suppose. I'm losing the rythm. I'll need to take a full year and just roll with the waves to recuperate my style. Bear with me, this is a year of transformation, metamorphosis, retribution....and who knows what else? Inflamation, mastication....

Anyway, as some of you might have noticed, the third anniversary has just passed. The official birthdate of this web page is somewhere at the end of April. We're now well into May, maybe next year I'll remind myself to put on my plastic party hat and light up a store-bought cake on time. Or maybe I'll just crack open a bottle of Tequila and celebrate with the worm. Ah..yes, the worm and I, drinking alone. And when I and the worm are both good and drunk, I'm going to eat the little bastard. What a fucking evil bastard I am.

Seems like I've been pissing a lot of people off lately. Oh well. Let me assure you that I wish nobody any ill will. I'm just working out ideas here...slowly, lumberingly....plodding along. But I still refuse to watch "queer eye for the straight guy." If that makes me evil somehow...whatever.

But damn dudes, I'm tired....Could this be the end already? I mean shit, we all get older don't we? The gray hairs start creeping in there. The competitive fire slowly sputters and dies. There comes a day when we slow down, stumble into a ditch and die. Or worse, we relent and delude ourselves into the lie that we can be happy with a plasma TV and a cushy sofa to flop our fat and festering bodies into.

Is that me?

Shit dudes, you know it's not. There's only one road for the weary, the corageous, that's the everpresent innumerable quest for truth. Convert all your assets to memories and dreams my friends. Don't trust in anything you can't carry in your own mind.

At the end of last year DP had been read by 17,600 bleary little internet questing eyes. Now we're standing at 26,217. Do the math. Good work people! I feel you. It's a symbiosis. One living, breathing, ethereal thing. An electronic mind connected by optic neuronic synapses that circumnavigate the globe and send messages of light encased in rubber tubing. The world is my mind and yours, we're creating something larger than ourselves. One huge, organic mind. The neurons firing randomly....constantly firing.

I wonder what we're thinking about.

CHAU.....

THE END