I still write

it is funny… i still write… constantly… long lost loves revisited… future possibilities… would you like to see the sketches of someone slowly losing his mind… it is in the genetics…. it is in the blood… is the glory of your god and the lack of mine… take it as you will… i do love people with their goodness and their kindness… so take not offense… if you do, you are hyper sensitive like out culture has become… volumes and volumes… may they be placed in an urn along side me…

i quote myself…

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Fags riding the coat tails of other fags, because they admire the hind end of the same sex. It is not the fact of secual preference, but the fact you are now not as unique as the ‘C’ average persons. You simply like to put it into another hole.

You will witness this over and over again. Sit down on your sofa and watch you documentary list placed in front of you on your pad, you “TeeVee”, computer or whatever electron emitting device. Beethoven is followed by the robot junkies that wish, with a dire need, they could live this man’s life.

We stumble upon a culture revolution of rewind and play. Is the fucking “record” button broken on this damn thing again? What is it to sit for hours in a darkened room sipping drink, smoking cannibals that would inspire? We cannot escape the mass consumption of our culture. It is hard to say “fuck it” when it is so easy.

still me… less anger, more resentment… ha!