Could be an idea...but then again...why? I the crusader for creators rights! Of course I have created relatively little...I mean there is this void called life that sticks its fist in creativity's ass...you got job, kid's finances....pursuit of happiness was it? Yes of course there's that too. I haven't been up on my through put lately of course, it doesn't make me sad since over saturation takes effort and of late I'm running on e. Maybe need some drugs to fill the tank....some porn stars trying to get out the game to let me paint some pictures of em?
Na, id rather just eat a lot of celery and paint them. (look up the celery reference kids...) I think one day Ill find the routine that is so boring I can again sit down and shove out some words. Words vs pictures since putting art out is like taking a three week old shit after you drank a bottle of liquid glass.
This has been too serious a departure from the norm....I almost feel like I left you lacking here...kinda like that girl you picked up at the bar and nutted before you could even get your shorts off, hey shit happens....just not with her again...maybe don't go back to that bar for a while....dye your hair...shave your beard....shit change your name, move to another state.
Anyways, I suppose I'm saying I wish I could just do more, but I just don't have the bees in my belly like I used to. It's all up here but shit every time I get out I'm shooting more money shots than Ron Jeremy and of course without a note pad....i forget em all. Genius level shit spent insulting everything from stop signs to stray dogs, just how I wanted to spend my silver age of writing!
Well all that aside, you know that I know that she knows, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be back here Ill have bullets for teeth, and the batteries charged for the penis pump. Just give me a moment to throw out some pondering and if you have red hair (and are female, I know...but in this day and age I had to put that in here), come on by for some inappropriate fondling.
So until next time...pay no mind to the bullshit, put it in a little compartment and lock the door, the next day open the door, rinse, repeat. Maybe if your lucky you will make it out and be able to throw away the key, and find a spot for your wares.
If not...well, no one really cares.
mean I do....of course...but you know that's why your here.
So until next time keep this piece of the pie hot and dream alive...cause if this shit ain't got taken down yet and I'm not in jail, anythings possible.