Crap.

Crap.
Crap.
Crap.

10 days. It's been ten days since I have put word one on this thing. I promise I am not letting this go! I am promising MYSELF that I am not letting this go. Oh screw it. Who am I apologizing to?! I'll write when I write.
And I KNOW I will have something to write about eventually...

In the meantime, here is a funny item found on a local menu:
BANG BANG CHICKEN and SHRIMP.

Good stuff.
It's a commitment to deliciousness.
But it is not for the faint of heart.

Beware the power of the Bang Bang Chicken and Shrimp.

Simply...

I know that this is getting old to hear, but...
I love this town.
I am no longer afraid of the completeness my soul finds here.
I am also no longer ashamed to be wandering the desert...
What once felt aimless, is now revealed to be the point.
I will wander...
And I will do great things on the way.
It is simply a matter of time.
And patience.
I eagerly seek the future.

"The power which I lend to my courage is directly proportional to the power which I yield to my fears."
--- Me


On a side note: Hitchhiker's Guide has consistently failed to impress the critics.
Why has everyone but those that share my mind lost the ability to know what constitutes solid entertainment? How is it that I am made to feel as though I no longer know what is solid entertainment? Why has the EXPANSION of imagination and perception become so frightening to our spoon-fed minds?

Our culture needs an enema.

Bend over and I'll get it going...
But first, perhaps a little sleep.

Bib-a-dee. Bob-a-dee...um...BOOO!

Gonna explode soon.
I promise. And I mean in a good way. A writing way. Not a crazy person way. Were years away from that now.
Just one of those things where I can FEEL the subjects on the very tip of my tongue, and just can't seem to get them out.
But screw it.
All the time in the world...
Unless the asteroid's early.
But I was promised 2018, so I'll stay complacent.

Short thoughts make easy readin':
I have a job.
I have stupid money again. Stupid fucking money. You can go to hell. You can go to hell and you can die! (South Park has given me so much in the way of profanities. Is that a contribution to my existence?...
Yes.)
The weather is beautiful. Even when it's raining.
The trains still sound wonderful. Especially when their training. (?)
My world continues to change.
I continue to learn to love it.
To feel it for what it is.
Nothing stays the same.
Confusion is inspirational.
Anyone says otherwise, they're being confrontational.

Darth Vader is about to be born. How dorkily wonderful is that.
It's so strange to see him and Chewbacca and R2-D2 on every imaginable, printable surface in the marketing world.
It feels like 1983.
But it's the future!!! Oooooooooooooooooo.
This is what my writing looks like when I don't think it out.
You wanna fight about it?!

Enough.
More to come. Always more to come.

I like smiling on the inside again.

Helps me to smile for those who can't sometimes.

Onward then.
Things to do.

Something more articulate this way comes...
I promise. I promise myself and every other poor soul who chooses to abide by my tortuous perspective.

Dig.