An impulse to restart an amateur internet writing career really is tough to reconcile when you have little to write about. It's like snapping on a speedo and some goggles in the middle of a drought parched prairie. Not only is the endeavor rendered fruitless, but you get scratched up by the dry grass and chiggers. I feel like a bunch of chiggers are biting my shavedtoaerodynamified ankles right now.
And really, all I can think about regarding what I write is that I know I cannot write poetry. So, a poem:
a blog loaded like a cannon
aimed at the infinite emptiness
of the internet
is really a great way to imitate
the dredges of living
and sitting on my couch
watching to catch a predator.
those pedophiles sure are fucked huh?
This morning, i looked at this post and thought, "wow, i tried way too hard here." The need to tone down the language became very clear. "just be straightforward and write what needs to be written, scott." Then i remembered why i stopped blogging in the first place. Two word posts that don't make sense to anyone but oneself are no fun for anyone.
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