another day another dollar.

another wholly self-indulgent holler.

and voila, so begins the non-rhyming portion of my life. or my life captured in the blog-form, the not-quite-art-but-kind-of form. you see, i already have a poetry blog. so the only logical progression is to realize that you can't rhyme all the time. and even if you can, there are bound to be days when it's not a good plan.


so here is the start of something new. a phrase that i just stole right out of the mouths of voxtrot. and many many writers before them. but no matter. here i am, in my new yammering spot.

i figure this can be a bit more casual - business-casual of course. button-down emotion, captured for you in sloppy sides, rather than perfectly organized vignettes.


so basically less sonnet, more life sucks, doggone it.

or when i'm happy

less haiku, more woo hoo.

you see where i am going with this. which is right into a self-obsessed neurotic spiral.

oh yes. just picture a ringmaster screaming, "let's get ready to MUMMMMBLLLLLE."