why bother?

seriously, why put up a blog?... you must want some sort of attention or you'd just keep a diary for yourself like people have for many lifetimes before the internet, before the printing press, even... so why put the words out here if nobody notices?

and in the name of love

the people with the most fear struggle to gain the most power in order to make the most rules to control the most people justified by their fears, and they say it is all in the name of love... omg?

what's wrong with that picture? (how could you know if you're in it?)

like anybody cares

how many minutes do you spend sitting in front of your computer pretending you have some sort of social life?... how many friends do you call friends but are actually people you've never met... do you know what their voice sounds like?... do you know if they sleep curled in a ball or splayed all over the bed?... do you know if they would be comfortable to hug?... would they be uncomfortable if you met eye to eye?... would you?.. is that why you hide behind the screen?...

cross another off the list

this space is condemned by your silence... this space is condemned by your indifference... this space is condemned by your apathy... and it just goes to prove what the title meant... blow away another space to rent... to some extent...

thank you for your cooperation...

still nothing for you to see here

and nothing else.

not once (or twice, even)

and a good thing too because if you did, you wouldn't know where you are (or were) and the end might be closer than you think, except that (or unless, perhaps) I was feeling like rambling and falling asleep at the same time, but not getting serious about love or relationships, in spite of lonely horny wondering if anybody could ever reach me because I am, after all, the fucking anti-blog...

please stand down.

you again?

the world is not here... you are looking in the wrong place... have you been checking every day?... don't you have a life?...

don't make me get rude on you...

stop coming here

as it should be... the world is out there, around you, not in front of you on this screen... you escape into this two dimensional audio visual dreamscape and every now and then wonder why you have no life... denial is not just a river in Egypt, people... take a walk... smile at someone... say hello... build a life... not just a blog...

not once

has anybody even noticed this (except the invisible z, but we won't tell)... that's ok though, because this is the anti-blog... it is not supposed to be noticed... so far, everything is going according to plan... even though there is no plan... continue about your business, nothing is happening here... move along...

waitress, I'll have my main course now

the obvious is not always noticed in mixed company as people train themselves to ignore their own sensuality and substitute socially acceptable sensory pleasures for the passions people think are supposed to be hidden away for various reasons that all boil down to fear and insecurity and lack of self-esteem and following the heresay where the blind lead the blind... but I know what is best for me right here and now in the physical world and that is less food, more sex...

has anybody seen my waitress?...

because

because I didn't have time, so I don't...
because I didn't, I didn't...
because I did somewhere,
but not here...

clarity

I meant, of course, the beginning... that's the beginning of the anti-blog... you don't have to take my word for it, but you weren't there, so who else could tell you about it?... whatever, it could easily have been you, after all, that was referred to in the big bang, but then again, it could have just as easily been me, time being relative and all...

beginnings are gone, anyway...

the threads of understanding that may or may not pass as entries in this anti-blog are for only those who have the wherewithal to capture the essence, refine the details, and loosen your synapses enough to connect with the random order in the chaos of the universe... as is everything, this is up to you...

you missed it

it was right here, but it's gone now...

your loss.

it was bound to happen

being the rebel blogger of the blogosphere, formerly the Count of Blogovania, and having way too many blogs to keep up with as it is, this blog was the inevitible bi-product of the deranged mind behind the eyes staring at the computer screen right now... or then... whenever...

who, you?

if you're looking for an answer, I've got one, but it won't fit you because it's my answer... you've got to find your own, but if you are too lazy like most people just get in line and put your tithe in the basket as it gets passed around... and be sure you just keep bending over and taking it. You can afford the lube. Don't forget to pretend you enjoy it.

and when I have an idea I'll be back...

this blog has been around forever

but no one ever noticed...

so all the posts that came before got bored and left...