So here is the deal, I havn't been writing much.

Im not entirely sure where to start so I'll be brief. I have been facing a severe writers block for the better part of 2 months. I am simply at a loss of what to write. I could induce my brain into spitting out some rambled garbage, but to what end?

I originally started this blog as a diary of sorts. Just a medium to transpose my creative "talent" and to foster my latent ambitions. I have scribbled poems, short stories, fictions and general rants at the uncompromising world in which I live.

It has been a little over a year and even though I have written some I feel..not enough. I don't really know how to maintain a blog, and truthfully I don't even know if anyone reads this damn thing anymore so perhaps thats where some of the motivation left me.

Maybe I just need a muse. Some mystical force to sit and stare at in my hours of ponder. Just a creature to capture my imagination of thought. A fallen star sparked in the shower of light.


I hate to be a pretentious little bastard, but I think I do too much of that. Too much thinking. Too much delving into theory. A whatif in the infinite land of planck. Who knows anymore. Im going to keep trying to write, keep trying to spit out this jeweled vomit.

If anyone has anything interesting for me to say...let me know ^.^

PEACE and LOVE.

I visit a community board of bigots.

I also sometimes post. I wonder what that says about me. The discussions are often intelligent, riddled with wit and quite often demeaning to all creeds of life. No denomination is safe. No sexual identity remains trite and all quantifiable means of idiocy are exposed. We are assholes without a cause.

I think I'm a nerd.

If there is heart in breathing.

Then lets be a testament.

Ever feel you know too many words?

Just a bunch of random syllables and consonants ramming sperm down each other throats? Just one gigantic fucking orgy of strung together letters crusted in day old rubbered cum.

I dont.