saltonsea

Dear Diary,
If your gun's in your waist, Please don’t shoot up the place,
Cause i see some ladies tonight that should be having my baby.....baby.

Yes i am capable of listening to rap/hip-hop music....no i don't think it's a bad thing.


I spent all today, inside my house. Wearing nothing but my boxer shorts, a pair of men's dress boots, a tuxedo jacket and a trilby hat...........i am such a strange fellow.....

It wasn't a pre-planned get up.
I woke up today, a great deal later than most people, and proceeded directly from taking morning relief, to my typewriter. Therefore i skipped the part where i actually dressed myself.
I have no recollection as to how the rest of it got on me.

Just another reason why i think i was born to be that eccentric but loveable writer, that lives on your street. The one that won't be famous till after he's dead. That's me...

The book is, of course, going well. Even though i have stopped working on it as of yesterday.
I feel i've been going at it too much, and am concerned i might dilute it. So i feel a caesura is needed, and will come back to it at a later date. Full with new inspiration and concepts.
I shall write some poetry in the mean time i think.


In Other News:
Life is good, but can be better.

One by one.....the penguins steal my sanity....