I'm not sure I even want anyone to read any of these entries, I think I just need the catharsis of a daily brain dump to keep myself sane as I face my demons. (?) Maybe imps is more apropos? I think if I had real demons, the writing would be more fluid. Right now I am just trying to be a hack who hacks, as 'writer who writes' would be to claim for too much skill or preparation.
If anything I am trying to connect my aimless meanderings with flowery dross, by saying things like: flowery dross. But in describing my reasons for writing with no other compunction than the writing, I seem to be using a voice which is cordial and even inviting to... myself? The feedback loop is deafening. So ok, if someone reads this, it is created for them and for me, so we will create a minuscule symbiosis of sorts. A part of me wants an audience and hopefully my scatter-shot train of thought will deliver some kind of entertainment.
Be my remora fish, and I'll try to save you some of the juicy bits.
So instead of putting myself through the hell of having to stick to a random topic for this blog, I will think of it more like my personal cave wall and this my first emotive scratchings after a successful hunt, the outline of a hand marking it's creator, communing with the beasties and crying out for immortality, or maybe it will just be written over like so many painted tags under a bridge in some desert town where the cops have ceased to care.
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