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"I'm just sitting here, wasting time..."
Hello again, everyone. I've been feeding myself a heavy dose of "don't fuck with this" as a prescription to my incessant facebook status updates... The laptop has been in "airport mode" entirely as I go further down the rabbit hole of what I have to consider my own imagining. I don't fully believe anything is MINE per-say, as everything in my mind is the result of outside information, passing through the hall of mirrors, so to speak. They're my mirrors, but they're a blank slate without my own history for reference.

The reason for this blog post is, well... I need a break from the limited music selection I have offline. Normally, I would be listening to Tom Waits, No More Kings, Jamiroquai, Regina Spektor, Refused, The World/Inferno Friendship Society, and/or The (international) Noise Conspiracy. This comes along with booting up my computer with my Linux-based operating system "Ubuntu". The problem with Ubuntu is that I'm hooked on Spotify and intimidated by the beta version for Linux as it stands, owing to my own neophyte status with command prompts.

My favorite program, among many neat program that come with Ubuntu, is LibreOffice. I have been compiling a literary train wreak of madly loving thoughts which I aspire to shape into a publishable work of print. The inspiration for this comes from the inherent prettiness of Ubuntu's graphic user interface. The default font is called "Liberation", and it looks just-right when the alignment is set to "Justified". I'm contained by the walls of a nifty apartment at the end of civilization... How could I resist the urge to pretend I'm a writer?

I doubt I'll ever be a Steven King or John Grisham, but I could see myself becoming a sort of cheery version of PKD(Philip K Dick) over time. Having no one but myself for a critic is both liberating and eternally frustrating... I am free to go mad with my words, but constantly pressing "backspace" two times for every letter I type... This blog is the most "stream of consciousness" I've done in a while, and even now I am contemplating just not sending it out... Good thing I'm nothing if not stubborn, and I told myself to pinch off some brain nuggets for the interweb this afternoon.

Information wants to be free... and this book is begging me to finish it. Enjoying Spotify as I am is yielding a fair amount of guilt for neglecting my project, and yet... it seems a reasonable break. I do want to run a press when I'm through with this, but I'm not going to bother shopping it around. I'll publish it as a .pdf with a suggested donation, and/or find an indy press that does small order, sustainably-sourced printings(hemp paper, soy ink... I'm not comfortable producing any more books from trees. It's just inferior in every sense.)

My best wish for the finished result is that I will be flooded with letters from distressed english teachers. That will be my personal hallmark of success; an audience of people who think they know better. ( lol @ Vonnegut ;) )

So what the fuck am I rambling about today, here and now? *shrugs* I'unno... Nothin'... What does it matter? if it's not fun to read, well... sorry you bothered. This isn't my book, and I'm not begging for you to look... but since you're here... how about I put a bit more effort into it... Would you like a poem(or "pome" *chortle*)?

There once was a boy from maine,
who thought you all did look the same.
He wanted to say,
in his own special(-ed.) way,
That maine in no way can make rhyme with "lame"!

Like it? That's an "ABCCB"-style limerick... Did I blow your AABBA mind? ...I'm not impressed... and this is getting rather silly.

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.


...I'm NOT sorry!

Let's see... How about some sound advice?

Be sure to catch a sunbeam every day you can... and keep a happy picture on hand at all times... or a bag of weed... unless you're a grower, in which case, throw that plant in a juicer and let the cannabinoids massage your grown up brain into second-childhood... Now that I think of it... "marijuana" is a smoke-able "drug"... Is it even against the law to have raw juice from the plant(with cranberry-orange, perhaps)?

I'm off to google search... That's all for today. *hugs* I love you people. Thanks for putting up with my shit :)