OK, Barb. . . fine.

Since someone is actually reading this piece of internet neglect. . . I'll post something new. One of my youth inspirations, Jim Carroll died last week. He was an artist. Artists bear their souls for all of the world to see. It is an act of unique courage that I'll never duplicate.

"There ain't much time left, you're born out of this insane abyss and you're going to fall back into it, so while you're alive you might as well show your bare ass."

That's an artist. It's a manifesto for what admirable art is all about. as a 38 year old married dude here is mine.

"Every man has their own thing. Hidden demons haunt all of our subconscious. Me? I dig skinny bitches with long hair and big tits. It is my cross to bear."

It's kind of as deep as I get now a days. . . maybe it's because the only drugs I do anymore is beer and aspirin. Oh, and coffee. Art is hard. It's easy(for me(keep in mind, I'm arrogant)) to recognize but damn near unpossible to create. It'll be better.
The internet will save us all.
Or destroy us.
Either way.