This is my blog, blah, blah blah. I like to draw and write and take pictures, blah, blah, blah.
I make bad music and worse films. I could probably do better but why?
Sometimes I read your blogs, and sometimes I don’t. I don’t know why anyone reads anyone’s blahgs. I don’t even read mine. I hate my blahg. It is full of shit.
It would be better if the world didn’t suck but the world sucks so so does my blog, blah.
Sometimes when I write poems it is as if I am not actually writing them. Anyone else ever feel this?
I slammed, Erik Prince as being an evil man. I was wrong. He was set up as a fall guy by the US State Dept. and others. Erik Prince is one of the good guys world.
Mr. Prince, I was wrong about you. If you read this, please accept this apology.
Why the conversion on, Erik Prince? He walked away. He didn’t run. There is a difference.
Erik Prince was trying to win. He wasn’t supposed to do that so the State Dept. turned on him. It is as simple as that.
I never knew it was poetry month. I am not a poet, anymore.
Let’s see… Are roses still red? Violets blue? Here is an impromptu prose poem.
Roses are burnt orange because of gasoline being five hundred dollars a gallon and me being quite wealthy. It probably isn’t healthy burning roses with gasoline but I was cold. It is unseasonably warm here in Siberia. I have been exiled by the POTUS. He is Russian, POTUS. That stands for president of the us. I don’t know what that means. They only teach communism here in the states now. Charlie Brown is red and the sky is green and grass is blue but not in Kentucky.