Yes, I'm back......sort of.

So that didn't last long.

As many, or very few of you may have already noticed, I am once again the proud proprietor of yet another Myspace page. For the time being, I'll be using it as nothing more than a vehicle to gear people towards this blog. If it works, great. If not - consider it again, deleted.

Having said that, it's time for a change. It's time to start using this blog for what it was originally intended. Not so much as a platform for lament, but a real, substantial outlet for news, entertainment and information.

After all, who wants to read another poem?

It's been a rough patch, and I intend to clear the road again.

I love you all. You can expect more in the coming days. Thanks you.

Click here to visit my Myspace page. Add me.

Solitude

Has there ever been any other way to say it?

"Shut the fuck up, next!"

So Denis Leary is my hero. I could use a little of his tutelage like a kick in the balls.


Video courtesy of Showtime

Quote.

Our journey, cosmic. The stories we tell, cosmetic.

An Ode.

There was a time I could look into the mirror and smile. I can't recall much. Something about the tide, when it rose under worn feet, sinking the slowest, and standing upright until the break washed away the sand.

I once took blue time and wrapped it up in a dollar bill. I stuck it in my back pocket and waited for a year. The asphalt fell out that same day. I guess when I checked, it was gone. There's nothing else left for me to do.