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For those of you who are reading this only because of the title, I should apologize but I won't. It was a very cheap ploy to get attention, to get someone to read this. A writer's trickery if you will. So while i have you here for a brief moment, I will attempt to make this entertaining.



I am not really sure what to write about, so I will write about that. That is a raw "stream of consciousness." And yes, I could write about sex, but really how entertaining would that be?? Men are more visually oriented in that regard, so they are probably off watching an "adult" movie on some other web site. I really didn't have to write "other", but just threw it in there to maintain the virtue of this site. Now the ladies, from what I have gathered in my years on this planet, prefer something more delicate then sex. A soft porn with romance and fantasy... and of course Fabio.



What else to write about? They say to be a great writer, one has to have suffered, since that inspires creativity, dealing and retching with one's inner guts... normally the word that is used there is soul... but to me it just didn't seem appropriate....hearing about guts suffering seems more right then hearing about one's soul. Now I can easily argue that i have suffered more then any of you... and to me I really have. But it is still a little too early to share some of my pains and disillusioned dreams that died a million horrid twisted deaths. I however would have to be a stupid and ignorant person to think that my suffering is the worst. Beauty might be in the eye of the beholder, but bitter anguish lives deep inside of those who are unfortunate.



I could write about my childhood and make a happy Freud. But bits and pieces of that is better saved for a more grand purpose. Maybe I should write about my life's passions..and that might keep the interest of a few of you, perhaps the ones who share the same flames. It might keep a few less of you, who are the curious, the interested. The ones who want to learn or see a different view point. All that though is not good enough for me. I am greedy that way... I want everyone to be reading, enjoying, repulsed by my words. Any reaction is a good one.



I just reread everything that I just wrote, and I am disgusted by this vile raw crap. It is like the ugly afterbirth. Maybe one day it will grow into something beautiful. However it does have one thing in its favor, it is more real then any fluffy piece out there. Does that make it any better? I don't know. That would be for you to decide.