If anyone reads this I would be surprised. If anyone went back into the journal history and read any of those I would be even more surprised. I have read other journals and some were very telling, others were just the same old bullshit. As a community DA has changed and with all things on the internets it is a reflection of society. Our world is reaching a turning point and art reflects life with all it's facets and textures because that's what we do.

If anyone cares to read this then you will find me. Just as when you read any journal you find that person in those lines. If you bother to write a journal entry then you are reaching out to the world and offering yourself up for inspection or at least some part of what you want the world to think you are. That's OK, that's better than nothing. I love being creative even if it's mediocre. For me it's not so much about technical ability as it is about expressing yourself and using your mind to communicate your ideas in some sort of physical form.

Keep it coming people, it's all good.

Every day is another chance. Being alive and not suffering some horrible fate that can happen to any of us at any time. That's a lot in itself.

I wish to say what cannot be said.
I think the thoughts and then move on.
Quickly turn to see the thing,
As it shuffles off into the blue abyss.

There’s cat shit packed into the grooves of my waffle stompers.
I have a clean windshield and a powerful gasoline.
The Trojans keep getting in but Norton zaps em down quick.
Same old shit just different flies.
One day we’ll sit down and talk.
For now the futures uncertain and the past aint far behind.
It’s never too late to learn Spanish.
If I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times. . .
If at first you don’t suck seed, you’ve fucked it up.
And another thing Stanley, em, em and EM!

An excerpt from the mindless wanders of yet another long and forgotten train of unconsciousness.

Let's vote for the candidate that spears the righteous line of indignation. I don't want to dine on the songs of the coattails for misbegotten memories, no. Let us go forth and sally against the rails of lightness and forgo the fortunes of rendered obscurity. The time has come to forget the requiems of the past and relish in the condemnation of others misfortune. To take arms and spit in the eye of cultured down heartedness. We are not a country of loose cannons and fettered repositories, we cry out for the death of those that have died before us with singular concern befitting those of us that can't. We must remember the times of wars fought for no reason and learn to turn about those unsightly blemished onslaughts with the power of wisdom. If history teaches us anything it is that we are here. We can not merely stand in judgment of those with no understood beliefs. We must lash out and extinguish them with a fervor unheralded in all of humanity. To take lightly such events with no regard for sanity smacks of redundant replenishment. We all take the blame and render its untold glory in the final moment of truth to which we must proclaim, "Give me the moment". Sending a clear message to those that would see us flounder in the lasting thought of unglorified incision. Take a moment to ponder these words and understand that it is with this reason and purpose we will unite the masses and vanquish the villains of leavened bread for our own consumption rather than let all this that has gone before find in its nature the right to obscure its own destiny. Join with me today and reach out to the unfound reason that is America. That filtered light at the end of that long and winding tunnel. Bring this election home with trust and reason unheard of in the last onslaught of recognition. Putting all that is serious aside for the time and going ahead to what will surly be a long and lasting reversal of reason and logic. It is our God given right to search for this pointless survey of unnecessary questions and answer them in a way that leaves us no choice but to mock their very existence. I have chosen not to explain these things for any attempt would surly seem futile. Instead it will be our epitaph to be heralded through the ages and never more repeated or known of forever. Thank you.