may get to the indwelling yet

Stuff to write. Here I am once again writing. Hardly doing this either, thought the objective was a lot simpler and supposed to open up the possibility for anything, remove any hindrances. The idea, stated once again, is to write without constraints of grammatical accuracy or necessary restraint of mood, getting dark or ‘negative’.

Whatever, its been awhile and sporadic. Its funny I immediately think of having to dig out my deepest, darkest stuff having given myself the license to talk that way. My tendency is to get morose when I write blogs. Tend to wallow publicly in despair. Personal stuff which might be cute in a missive to the universe, as a bottle dropped in the internet ocean. It isn’t quite that way though, ironically as I have few friends, indeed the whole medium may be creating additional impedance in that regard. Perceptual impedance in many respects. The access is so unlimited but the distractions so multitudinous. 

I can’t even bond with my cat though he is sitting in front of the keyboard (joking). 

Everything kind of abandons me when I call upon it, it seems, even despair.