Hi.

I used to write a bunch of crap here. Back when I first started, a little more then a year ago. Life, as it was, imbued to me a sense of dullness. A round stump upon which I laid my observations in search of something to be happy about.

Or angry, or sad, or anything you are supposed to feel when you're a whole person.

But things twist and turn around like bad bonds at 4:25pm. I've never learned to calm just for the sake of it. I've never rested since the little boy left too many years ago. Stalwart and bitter I wait for the storm that always threatens my once azure skies.

And it comes and I'm ready-I find a way to get by. (As far as getting by goes).

But lately I can't write like back then. I have more things going on now. More sights to see and say as such. But something is...off. Not sure what it is. Things should be easy. But then again that's never true, now is it? It seems despite all there is to speak of my brain has a mind to go mute.

I got two turntables but no microphone.

I'm working on it.


Thank you, my small & faithful readers. Because anyone who has a public (non-password protected) blog that tells you they "don't care who reads my blog" is full of shit.

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