I guess Ill rejoin the blogging ranks of blogmerica. Casual typing, Im just doing a little mind writing, not really thinking about what I’m saying just putting it down right now. Something parasitic HA I guess my drive to write is sourced in that floating lump in the center of my chest, the one that flexes tightly with each dumb thought of self-pity, every spark of doubt, with seething hatred bleeding out of my pores and now my eyeballs feel like calcified poultry no scratch that, my eyeballs feel like varnished shallots. I am dumber now than ever. Social conditioning, all motivations based solely in fear. Clown without a mask. Just another clown. A sad, pathetic clown.
