2nd
Lets get this straight:
I don’t take nearly enough pictures to be on this fucking thing.
Imagining that I might have followers is a mighty task, since most of my friends in real life merely spend their time around me in a mild sort of tolerance that they try to maintain, because I webbed them in with my charm and at this point bashing my skull in with a rock would constitute major problems for their continued social plans.
I have no continued social plans.
Anyway, if you’re reading this, don’t expect too much in the way of images. I might post some. It’s not beyond me. Just don’t expect me to pander. I post them when they godsdamn well come around, meaning when my mother insists that she see evidence of the daily life that I’m leading, and which she is occasionally funneling money towards like some wartime conspiracy. The images are there, but create them in your mind. That’s what words are for. If you disagree, fuck you.
(The former is stated from a rocking chair. On a poarch. Behind which all your old toys are kept, and be damned if you hope to claim them, because you’ll have to listen to a story about how much better clam soup was in the heydey of clam soup if you venture so much as an inch beyond the perimiter line so swears I, and seriously, clam soup was so much better back then, if you want to so much as glimpse that toy you misplaced when you were eight.)
(also, if there are misspellings in these notes, fuck you. No, seriously, that’s all I can say to that. Fuck off, and fuck you. I care not. I will misspell everything. Including fuck you fuck. Fuck. You. Fuck.)
Anyhoo, this is my Tumblr blog. What godsdamn difference does it make? I signed up a while ago and posted, like, one entry, and then forgot about it. it really makes so little difference in my life that I want people to choke on it.
But, also, let’s keep in mind that this is a public forum, and that it’s designed for us to express ourselves. In that sense, please, oh sweet I.N.R.H. please please please let me get some great number of views.
Let them bask in my inane godsdamn words.
Lets them say things about me: follow me.
Let them, please, make me worthwhile.
It’s what we’re all hoping for. Let them give me something I might profit off of. Let them smack me with something greasy. Oh, my, it would be so damn good. I could smear that shit all over creation.
What a great night. Later, everybody.
