well, I suppose

I am in need of listeners, or blank pages (the two are interchangeable at times). So, I've set up this thing here, this space. I've unfolded my imaginary legs and arms, made some room for myself, right here on this internet which yous who am are read ing?this may enjoy. or not.

Hmm. I've read some things other people have written, and I hate most of it. I'm not especially interesting, and I won't pretend to believe that my life's goings-on are worth a second of your time, you cyber-monkey you. HOWEVER, I love to write rambling elusive rants, and I intend to.

I think I'll approach this thing the way I would were I building an intentionally dangerous tree house. If the people you know are anything like the people I know, you will have witnessed the creation of something with a similar creative manifesto:

I'm gonna build this fucker because I want to, in the process I might be noticed, and the finished product will be nothing if not large, obtrusive, and vaguely frightening.

I hardly believe that my wobbly tic-tac-toe sentences, arranged like a shitty bouquet of weeds and barbie hair, will be anything like the described fortress of particle board, sheet metal, and drywall screws, and it certainly won't scare you or get in your way. I'm just saying I use the same method. Odds and ends of a variety of useless material, connected with no grace or dignity whatsoever. Brute force and pointless determination. Forty square pegs for fifteen round holes, all arranged on a paper doily. This is what I hope to deliver.

Til next time,

Alma