So here I am. Back into the snuggly comfort of my old stomping grounds; some of you were dearly missed.
My week has been insightful to the point of a sad realisation; something needs to burn inside. But here I am anyway, crawling back into my imagination trying to find a sort of peace that I do believe died. No doubt when I realised the cesspool century I live in is indeed a reality. Yay me.
I've read over countless pages of my old drivel and apologise for whatever cyanide induced rage I was experiencing at the time. Do not fret; my cynicism is not dead, just hardened by my own inability to live up to what I desire of human nature.
I do hope to start writing again... I will start writing again. Maybe I'm lying.
So, what did I miss? Obviously much has changed around the old halls of words. Perhaps someone could give me a quick debrief? Anyone neck themselves yet? They say Christmas is the time of suicide (If 'they' the media has any real authority over statistics)
I don't think I’ve written any more than 100 words in possibly 6 months; those 100 words were an explanation to the female (Yes singular) in my life. Off topic: Chlamydia such a fun words to type.
Well have a lovely whatever time of day your currently sit at. I'll see you all far too soon for my liking.



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