Hello friends, it's your favorite nut ball, back from the depths of the Black Hole I crawled into last year. Before you ask (because the Aliens gave me mind reading capability there)- I'll just answer:Yes, it was dark. Yes, it was scary. Yes, I got REALLY tired of relentless meteorites smacking me in the head when I *just* wanted to lay out on the deck. But, I digress. Being in a black hole is also very rejuvenating for your soul, in a way. You can't help but be introspective, to the point of obsessiveness. Because, well, what the heck else are you going to do while sitting in a black hole? So I thought, and thought, and thought some more. I realized I didn't want to think anymore. I did, however, want to keep writing. So here I am again, to bother the lot of you with my insane dribble about nothing, and how nothing is out to get me personally. What is my purpose in life if I can't pretend like people actually give a poo about my verbal diarrhea?
What's it like living in a black hole?
There were some great bars there - even better drinks. The aliens were nice to me. I slept a lot. Whined a lot. Was kind of pissy for a bit. Then got my act together, and decided to return to the land of the living where carbon and oxygen reside. Then I also decided to just throw caution to the wind and join Twitter. I know, what am I thinking right? You're saying to yourself... "slow down there killer!". Something inside me inherently feels as if I have to make up for the slacking, and the lost time during my hiatus.
Consider this a warning. I'm going to verbally puke all over you.
What's it like living in a black hole?
There were some great bars there - even better drinks. The aliens were nice to me. I slept a lot. Whined a lot. Was kind of pissy for a bit. Then got my act together, and decided to return to the land of the living where carbon and oxygen reside. Then I also decided to just throw caution to the wind and join Twitter. I know, what am I thinking right? You're saying to yourself... "slow down there killer!". Something inside me inherently feels as if I have to make up for the slacking, and the lost time during my hiatus.
Consider this a warning. I'm going to verbally puke all over you.