A New Year to Blog About

The New Year has come and the end of last year was a very bad experience...and I still can't spell experience. That's too bad and I need that word a lot to describe my lack there of. I was trying to get a letter published and i was writing to a friend--email after email that all went unanswered. She can't possibly care, why do i lie to myself.

A Poem at the end of last year (about her) and another one to my first and last wife. A poem for the people in Haiti that were left in the streets after the earthquaked and shook the place to pieces. I got a quote from a poet friend and sat down and dashed--literally dashed it off. Like it was living right there inside that quote she gave me and all I had to do was open it up and let it pour out. And so I did and I plan on posting it here one of these days.

I will make every effort to remember that password I used today to get back in here and I resolve to show up here as often as I can to write. I may as well put if here. the rest don't respond, so who knows if they ever even read it. I want to put this up there on that facebook, but I don't know how to put a link to here on my facebook page, but I will try to learn how to do that.

I got over five hundred songs loaded up on my blackberry and i still don't know how I did that. I did it though and I will do my best to get this blog link posted, so that it can be ignored. I get ignored mostly. My muse is getting away from me. She is one who ignores me and inspires me to write all at the same time. And I know she'd get religion and come around if I was to get published, get a contract, some money, these teeth fixed, loose sixty pounds and quit being such a dumb ass and saying all the wrong things all the time. I do all that and I might have a chance, but I doubt it. I'm still bound to be too tall.

We'll see. I made all of these same promises this time last year and then walked right away from this and never said a word. I used to post at my other job, but that's over. i got a bomb dropped on me in September, the twenty-ninth exactly. The Big Guy came in to the post at six o'clock in the morning just to fire me. (for writing) an email and I am still glad I wrote it. He asked for it and I let that him have it. I am glad he did it. I didn't like the job, but I still had to grieve for the lost identity and loss of income.

Over five hundred songs! On my Phone!

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