Words flow more adequately in ink straight from my body. Sometimes I refill my pens from the marrow in my bones.

05 August 2006

So it begins...

I never thought I would be getting one of these things. Wow.


Well, actually I don't see what the big fuss is. I have a Xanga. Private. Online. Journal. Or is it a blog? Is it the same thing? Maybe it's not. Actually I don't think it is. I suppose it doesn't matter.

I'll keep the flow of words going. Typing out fragmented sentences is how I roll.

I suppose this is not even making any sense. I'm quite possibly making a fool of myself.

So, the beginning. How did I come to this? Eh, I'm not exactly sure. I attempt at making a 'zine and I attempt at making an online comic. I'm not a very commited person. I'm just going to attempt at this blog. Try. Commit. Do something damnit!















As Tim Gunn once said, "Make it work
!"
I'll make this shit work baby.

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