sicpowered

notice if you will, how very little specific flows from me here. oft times i simple try to capture a given feeling, one third to my totality on any given day. abstract it a bit spin it, try to make it entertaining... or just bitch and bemoan, whatever. but no indication of the exact.

now, this isn't some half hearted attempt at protecting my internet sanctity, a paranoid delusion that anyone will/would/could use this information against me. no, i'm no longer that delusional to think the INTREWEB cares about me. no it's more a matter of taste. it would be, to me anyway, in poor taste to give the tell why i'm so perpetually filled with frustration. because after the first time it might seem a touch repetetive. more like, beating the exhumed dead equine that was burned after being beat shot stabbed choked strangled poisoned shot beat jumped up and down on and having in the very first moments been simply a single dead horse, of more than moderate age, having chosen to slough off this easy mortal coil. naturally. the right way.

anyway, maybe i'll get to specifics later.