So, I haven't posted a damn thing in a looooong time. It is not that I have had nothing to say, it is that I have had a lot of trouble finding ways to say them without using every pejorative obscene vulgar word I know. Nor could I find a way to be amusing which is, of course, the purpose of this blog.
I still don't have a way to be amusing; I am posting this just to prove that I am still alive. I don't have the rural ranch to write about, the sheep and the snakes and the antics of the dogs. I do have noisy inconsiderate culturally backward neighbours waking me up at 02:00 playing the fucking trumpet, outside in the cool of the night. When the metal can't keep up with the changes in temperature and therefore intonation suffers. Or the player is too drunk to keep his embouchure correct. Or the player is just a fucking idiot with no talent, which actually seems to apply to most of the music we hear around here. See? having trouble being funny.
I am going to go meditate now.
FROM CITY TO FARM or I'VE GOT THE COCK, NOW WHAT .... Ramblings political, humourous, opinionated and/or creative writing from a man in flux
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