I think the only time that I update this thing is to indulge my increasing sense of egotistical journalism; a blue collar spawned wannabe Gonzo, minus the LSD. I don't represent a revolutionary way of seeing the world, nor am I the unintentional mascot for hallucinogens. I'm trying avoid the whiny vocals of Gwen Stefani; saying "I'm just a girl" is too much of a dismissal of the work I want to produce, and am reluctant to produce at the fear of offending one or many. The personal levity seeps out of the pieces that I am most fond of (and others approve, I would hope, unless you people have just been blowing roses up my ass). I need to put on the man pants and get this thing rolling.
The pandemonium of this past month revealed chaos to once again be my muse; while my other half studied his fire fighting statistics, I painted and drew my little heart out, tasteless horror movies blaring for white noise. So far "Killer Klowns from Outer Space" has been the top of the list.
Keep moving forward.
