Okay, so this is my first official post on this blog....*Jose Gonzalez plays on the headphone in the distinct background*
My creative literature mittons on my fingers and my fucked up head conjuring up, whilst my eyes tip up and down in shear disbelief.
Yes I am creating a gay journal, one like I used to try to keep in various stages of my immature life. It all started from a film or a story about The Dutch Jew i read/saw.
Since that time I've tried to write, Dear journal today....... or some shit like Hey there haven't spoken to you in a while..... when I used to start writing like that, it was always the beginning of the end again. A whole scrap book with the first 3 pages filled to the brim and . That's it.


So things I will be tackling in this would be....
I'll get back to that, I think it will be more like a journey of boredom. Let's fuckin face it, you gotta be pretty damn bored too! So this writing would be my last resort before running the streets doing things I sometimes regret afterwards. In return for you dear reader ( ground control) this here would be your last resort too I imagine to what ever vices you got. Be it fatty porn, pissonme.com.mt or some far worse things like football jarhead junkies straight from the Fside or the dreaded P word....Yes Politicus abnormalus.

I'm sure Major tom shall delve in that fact eventually as it was the most major running concern for the majority of Ground controllers.
Well yeah I think this seems to be a good introduction to the wicked world of Pablography as an interlude to the psychedelic web of intricate thoughts a post mortem on a monkey corpse could give earth to. Please join us again for a read it will definitely keep you from bleeding. It did me this time! Good luck you'll do fine! Pitty this shit's not worth a dime, or id be rich! Fuck it life's a....