hello...i think that is an appropiate place to start, perhaps?... its saturday today..i think..on june third in the year two thousand and six. it is hot here in this large sprawl of concrete covering the yellowed prairie fields of this southern alberta locale. if you listen closely enough you can hear the snails slither hither and thither...sshhh...
hitherto i have never done much in the form of journaling, preferring to tell stories[poor, what?!], but thought, what the they, it can't hurt to try something new. besides, who's really going to give a fuck about what i have to say, for i am just another senseless, shadowy voice in a world full of voices. but, its like when i see a blank piece of paper in front of me, looking so empty and alone, i saw this wonderfully provided space to fill with my dribble-drabble thoughts and decided to rid it of its emptiness and all alone-ness, so here i am...
well now...i think i need to rethink this venture. i am not entirely sure i'm doing it right...o well and hmmm......
hitherto i have never done much in the form of journaling, preferring to tell stories[poor, what?!], but thought, what the they, it can't hurt to try something new. besides, who's really going to give a fuck about what i have to say, for i am just another senseless, shadowy voice in a world full of voices. but, its like when i see a blank piece of paper in front of me, looking so empty and alone, i saw this wonderfully provided space to fill with my dribble-drabble thoughts and decided to rid it of its emptiness and all alone-ness, so here i am...
well now...i think i need to rethink this venture. i am not entirely sure i'm doing it right...o well and hmmm......