Prologue

I ask myself “why?” There’s a gazillion reasons (I tend to exaggerate) why I shouldn’t be doing this. Most of them pretty much obvious, like the fact I have the literary skills of a potato. Some people ,they use words beautifully…bend them to their will and can just about create worlds so vivid, you feel that if you reached out you might just be able to touch them. There are others who write total crap but can do it with such flair, they might just convince you that the pearls they’re tossing are real, not just cheap imitations. And then there is yours’ truly, a potato or perhaps just another “phony “as the late J.D. Salinger (God rest his soul) might have said.
Anyway, I’ve been thinking a lot lately and let me tell you, it’s not an exercise my brain is used to. Nothing in particular, just the regular clichéd stuff… Life, the existence of God, momos , my seemingly void future, plans for murdering the cold hearted bitch of an Ex. (Hey? If she “has an accident” can this piece be used as evidence?) Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch! I’m not gonna kill her, although I did mention to her that I would if I met her again. Pretty stupid thing to do, especially ‘cuz when she said wanted me back I went running like the wind. Of course that’s a different story, but my point is that some of these thoughts may seem (are) pretty chaotic, a bit insane and maybe even a little disturbing, but hey..Whose thoughts aren’t? It’s just a bit of dirty laundry, isn’t it? I mean think about this for a sec will ya? Isn’t this sorta voyeuristic? Not that I have anything against voyeurism..I mean..I wouldn’t wanna be “watched”..But I wouldn’t mind watching either. You see?(pun intended). This is exactly what I mean, my first post and you probably think I should be in a padded cell wearing a straight jacket. Well, I’m just trying to be honest, and I guess this is probably gonna cost me some, but fuck that, sometimes you have to scream,not so the world can hear you but so that you can get your head clear.

People don’t understand, do they? They pretend to listen, look at you with sympathetic eyes and nod their heads.People don’t understand, heck, they hardly even listen, they just judge!! . That’s the problem, isn’t it? And so we do only what is natural, we lock our true selves in the deepest darkest corners of our secret hearts, and hide away the key hoping to keep the world at bay. But the truths we hide pile up like dirt and you realize that what you’ve locked away will not stay put... They wail and cry out their innocence, like prisoners and demand their freedom.

So here I am again asking myself “why?”And the voices of reason/treason whisper “why the fuck not?” It’s hard to ignore the voices, isn't it? Especially when they’re your own…these voices, they add a certain compulsion to the matter at hand, like an itch that needs to be scratched, it’s irresistible .So if I’m gonna do this .if I’m gonna hit “PUBLISH POST”,perhaps I ought to see a shrink too, I could be going loco, riding Charlie the Choo-Choo to Cuckoo land and it certainly feels like I’m getting there quick. But on the contrary I read somewhere that that its only the sane people that think they’ve lost it and it’s the nutsies who think they’ve got all their screws intact. Crazy,isn’t it?

Oh well, I’m going off track(think Charlie just changed course), so lest I forget what I’m doing here…Dear Reader, Let the snare drums roll, wear your top hat and your three piece suit, twirl your baton and wave your banner. Welcome to the parade

There might be more to come. You shall hear. Fair warning?

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