Stream of Consciousness

Writing always soothes me when it comes out quickly. When it comes out slowly, like mollases, it’s a depressing experience. It feels like that time when it was your birthday and you didn’t get the first piece of cake on YOUR cake and ohmygodauntelaineimsoupset. But when it comes out, just out… outtttttt, it’s a beautiful thing. Like poetry that someone actually cares about.

SO…

I remember looking at a painting. No I don’t… Maybe I do.

The future: ???

Why do I care so much about the future but not at all about the present. I need to do more right now to affect the then.

Astronaut Love Triangle

That’s all I can say.
Astronaut.
Love.
Triangle.
With murder.
Could this story get better?
Yes: there’s diapers.

Freer, more crappy story about it here

The Beginning

I’m not really sure what will come out of this, yet.
Probably randomness, mixed with politics, mixed with rantings and ravings.
I’ll try to keep it funny, or interesting, at least.