Random Nibble(s)

In my minds ear, I sense the murmurs of my fan. "Why? Why? Why so much writing?" I say, "why not? Whom does it hurt?". Well, except me. My pride, dear fan, is well, low. No one likes me. Not in the whole wide interwebz. Boo hoo. My man-pair shrink at my non male mandango. I will never know what that meant.  For that there will be no photo.

Fuck and you. You fucking small minded, lazy, talentless, fuck-monkey. yep, it was a hard day and I'm talking mostly to myself.

One has to leave something of themselves if they wish to live beyond their mortal life span. Video. Sound. Words. The stage is a sand mandela. Ephemiral. A place to proof

I have some good titles. Too bad I cant support that with some good writing. My new project here on my blog is to bitch and moan and then send those pathetic mumbling into the future. 5, 10, 20 plus. It's my long now of kvetching. so, here's a puppet show that I didn't do because I didn't have the resources because the company I was working for was eating up my time with nattering busy work. 2025 Always leave time for yourself. For your amusing. For whatever crap you wanna put down on paper or electrons or or or or. Just do the things you want to do. Your work looks bad to you because it’s your work and it looks like something that you would do and you can’t evolve you. Learn to love you. Or look back and evolve the things that you’ve thought might be interesting to others or yourself. When it comes down to it,Hmm. I’ll get back to you in another 10 years.

This was once  a puppet. Left out in the elements. Now it's just decomposing ooze. Maybe someday it will create a new life form.