I guess I have a lot to learn. I bought some more 'zines.' I am searching for software to 'grayscale' whatever little work I draw. I'm driving around as a courier. Ball breaking taxes this time of year. It's a miracle I avoid audition with the government. I still have asthma with the five cats around. I am using 'oil of oregano.' I'm a 54 year old, white boy mess. Anyway, I see these artists doing fancy transfers with acetate, blows my mind. My brain isn't hard wired to use fancy procedures like that. I'm a simpleton. I got this new netbook from Gateway. Works fine. I'll be attending a few A.A. meetings very soon. When television extorts reality then I live in humility. I'll live. I just wish I could create better plots and write better monologues. I'm forming an abstract on drug king pins for a small zine. It's submerged in my subconscious. Tally ho
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