edmund

So I just signed onto this site today. Don't really know how to do anything. Wasting time when I should be working. Can't change my profile pic.

Whatever.

Instead I'll just type things that don't mean anything to audiences that don't hear anything, but listen with their eyes and watch what I can't see.

Sort of how it goes in fibreoptics: data transfer to naked women and bombed arab towns -- detached from both and just stuck filling in the details.

Too bad; queasy feeling in my stomach and I still can't spell right. Don't matter none. The weather is butterflies all day long and I'm trying to swim through them.

Didn't dream today-tonight as much as I'd liked to have... loved to have. Oh well. Tonight is another night, tomorrow just another dream.

A day in the life of a meaning maker.