The art of taking something benign and turning them into rough diamonds, the possibilities are endless.

Thought I would add this as a start to todays post. I'll make it clear, you are here to consume from the source. The greatest challenge I have ever had to endure is not writing. I avoid it most times and not even go close to any amount of decent volume when i think back to me studying whether from primary school all the way up to when I was studying for a degree.

It is a necessary evil and I have never thought of doing these kinds of writing. I do think myself for pushing forward and getting myself seeing the speed of my typing to increase in pace. Of course I am perplexed since my accuracy has not improved, in fact I think it has gone backwards.

Now why am I here?

Well it is very simple really. First I have to you to thank for allowing me to spin some tale of my boring life. Filled with nothing of substance other than the fact I chose this

Dafuq are you on bro?

Ok ok enough with the bullshit. What to write when you have an unfinished article in the works and you decide to write a new one. The challenge, life climbing Mt Everest when its been bull dozed away.. Flat earth. Very challenging when you don't have legs.

You know you could wheel yourself in...

I could do that, get a wheel chair and roll into the middle of a flat mountain but then it would not be a challenge and will mostly get everyone who finds out about to laugh at the situation created by me on a wheel chair. What is more interesting is the fact that you di not even stop me form painting a picture of Mt Everest being bulldozed away. That amount of dirt is next to impossible to cart off since you cannot dump it anywhere. Ok OK of course we could just send it to China and let them build shit with it. I mean why not... they already doing Island building all the time anyway.

You know this post is so boring without a picture.

Reindeers balls

Its Christmas already!! Well at least I think so from a random search online for any kind of picture to add intot this already random post to begin with. I even think my brain power is disappearing the more I type, like a succubus sucking the life juice out me, while making gagging sounds as I limp lifeless in the palm of their hand or is it hands...

facepalm Of dear, we goin to the gutter with this one....

Who says sex doesn't pay has obviously not been into Instagram or any of the other platforms that peddles their degeneracy. I label based on how degenerate I can be, I comment based on identity. I will own my gutter, and smile while I am doing it. We all like to hide behind a façade, and if we find ourselves denying we do, deep down we all know we are what we say we are not.

Now a quick note on the poem because I add it as a beginning, simple answer I think it add an element of nothing. I means something to some that received it but since it was not me I just like the sound of my inner voice when I read it.

Well enough said I best get back to what I was doing prior to typing this entry... nothing but scratching my butt waiting for life to happen. Maybe tomorrow I will compose a poem or write a deep and meaningful journal entry but then again I might just end up doing another random thing. Here enjoy the video since I feel guilty for not giving you anything I would consider as proper content.

Now for a pick me up!