I am writing with a pride that has given me the hope and optomism that te future might hold a way for me to actually get rtecognition for my writing, and with some help, make changes to allow for a more fan-friendly enviornment. My writing, and in extention, my thinking and way of communicating is strong enough That I beklieve it could be a future way up. I believe my writing is better than William Hung.
If I take my stories philosophy and work on it with help, it would be neat to tour and share that eperineces with people on a tour. I love to talk about my ideas, even more when I have confiedence they’re already one fan appoved.
Curently these bloogs are not. Nobody has told me that they’re crazy rantings of a madman that people won’t take the time to treasure hunt for the gem T shirt that mae them think.
My entire lifes work yields less of a reaction than a 1974 poster of a cat hanging on a clothesline with a 70’s font HANGING OUT.
That poster is an image people my age can recall, even before the Inernet posts it in fron t of them a few times a year.
… I want to do sometyhing else, but the stomach feeling c omes back when my mind goes idle in serch of a next thing… so I ttype again.
Bad day when the forcast for obcession is cloudy. I don’t even have the emotional capacity toi decibe if I am depressed or not. I’m just sitting onn d\idle awaiting commands.
I can’t even ddream of things.
I wish nthere was ice cream.