she's dead jim....

damnit jim, she's dead....
i'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

all hail the chocolate monkey.

but she's dead. think of it as an alter-ego experiment that didn't work.

not that it went wrong. for some reason, when i started bloggin, i thought i would seperate some of it. i wasn't in a great place at the time.

but then i began to realize, i'm not that person. i don't like that person. and it takes a huge amount of energy to "be" that person. and i have better things to put it to.

sure.... had some fun. said some nasty things. didn't fool anybody other than myself.

i feel a lot more 'in touch' with myself these days, and no longer have any fear about just speaking my mind. it's all who i am. i just prefer not to focus on 'that'. it was stupid. i apologize.

there were a couple ok things i put up that had sat around waiting, either in my head or on a bulletin board for years.....

merely looking - a clipping from my bulletin board, dating back to college days (12 years)
on masturbation - a discourse that went through my head back in highscool 20+ odd years ago.

the rest, is well.... crap. again, sorry folks.... and having got that off my chest, i feel much better.....

There is no light at the end of the tunnel,
only a pack of matches handed down
from one generation to the next.
Humanity does not have a long fuse
and this generation holds the last match.

JonArno LawsonBad news, in The Noon Whistle,
1996

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image: Sheryl's Star Trek Site - Memorial to DeForest Kelley