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oh, hi

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I’ll be brief, as my eyes are burning along with my sinuses and even with screen brightness on the lowest setting, it’s still not easy to focus.

I’m thinking about letting this blog die. At its peak it was doing alright, but for the most part of the past few years I’ve had about four readers that I know of who weren’t spammers. I get spam bullshit all the time, still, but very few actual people who give a shit about what I write.

Obviously I haven’t been here much, anyway. I’m a bit burned out. I used to write a lot more about myself in the hopes that people who liked to fuck with my life for their own entertainment might eventually see me as a human being. Obviously that logic is flawed, as people will read whatever the hell they want into whatever I say or do, anyway, and continue to be fucked up in the head. That’s okay with me, as playing stupid, fucked up games just because it’s the only amusement you get out of life says a lot more about you than it does about me. You know who you are. If you read this at all. I really don’t give a shit if you do. My attempts to show you who I am have shown that I actually see you all as human beings. EQUAL human beings. I don’t think I’ll ever get that much respect from you, considering that I dress funny, I don’t cut my hair, and my past is as checkered as that of two thirds of the other people on this planet.

Anywho.

It’s more likely that the spammers will be the only ones who ever see this, most of them are computers, most others don’t know Americanese from Spaymara, and I’m typing lonely, influenza- fueled words into space that will fade away like so many childhood dreams of flying through space in box cars that are really F- 16’s.

I’m going back to sleep.

December 29 2012 06:37 pm | Uncategorized

3 Responses to “oh, hi”

  1. Bruce Says:

    I am not a spammer………thank you very much. Blogging is like a bi-polar thing, it comes and goes. I always liked yours, it gives me a gauge of how screwed up my life is.

  2. Loraine Says:

    Oh, hello Bruce, my possibly- last- real- reader. I guess you’re right, it does come and go, depending on my mood and what’s going on in my life. Although I’m not sure what you mean about that gauge. Is it that my life is that screwed up? And here I thought I was making progress.

  3. Mom Says:

    I read your blogs, I just don’t always comment. I’m not into poetry but your gives me an idea of whats going on in your head. Though I don’t often understnd it.
    I love your pictures.

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