Shut Upp Blogspot
Mood:  hug me
Now Playing: white noise cd for tinnitus
Topic: Growth Charts
how can someone who feels so bad, who harbors so much anger and resentment, who clearly has zero future - how can he maintain normalcy, day in day out? some wise sage once said "what's the point?" and indeed there is not one, ever. life is a big stall tactic, delaying the ultimate goal: death. anticipating great things to happen very soon. NOT. worked deep and hard and fully to reach the destination: an empty field, with dead trees, rotting grass and rock hard dirt. there is a fence around it, but everyone and anyone has trampled it for trespassing purposes. i am sitting exactly in the middle of this field; at least i am not ordered to stand up straight. in fact, methinks i shall lay me down. stretch my aching back, stare up at the cloud formations. and ride away from here once and for all.

Welcome myself
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: Kluster "Klopfzeichen"
Topic: Growth Charts
Welcoming myself.....

This must be the beginning. Of the end. I am following my own rules, so it might not agree with the rest of you small-minded societykins.

Something told me to create a blog because it's the latest craze. But I been doing this kinda thing for decades, kid. Remember diaries? Journals? I've notated special events since 30-40 years ago that otherwise would be not only not remembered, but perhaps denied existing.

And hey, why is it that everybody suddenly has a blog, but no website?
The net is vastly overcrowded, but there's nothing really out there, is there?

Here is my NY Times article from last Sunday. I am broke and am considering bankruptcy. Wanna buy some pencils?

Secks with myself is free, but I am going blind. Twice.

Hope this blurg thing lasts, I bore easily. WWW = words without wisdom.

See ya later, I must adjust my long hairstyle before breakfast. Got a big gig tonight, well a tiny big gig.

DRINK FLUIDS.