Sunday, August 22, 2021

Not That You Asked

I've been at this scribbling stuff down at a keyboard and hurling it against the wall of the World Wide Web in the hopes of something sticking on a daily basis since the middle of October 2007. At the time I started, I hadn't figured out a way to make myself heard in a meaningful way where I lived. 

Some have suggested all those years on, it's impossible to get me to shut me up. 

Those folks can go fuck themselves. 


Like a tiny blade of grass in a great big field
-bill kenny 

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