Tar1988

Shit. the asterisk isn't fooling anyone, I meant to say shit. not sh*t. you would have to have severe digestive problems for your shit to become sh*t. I mean, i'm not living the healthiest of lifestyles myself, but one thing i can safely claim is that my digestive output is, and has always been free of asterisks. --- But all funny business aside, who would read this ? and on a related note, why am i writing this ? The answer is simple. I wanted to write something, but I lack the courage/inspiration/mood/enthousiasm to start writing something for real. Therefore, I am updating this journal bit. I should be writing poetry, or working on a

Dear whoever, The word of the day, or rather night at this very junction of time is inconspicuous. Not only because this word shows my abundant talents in the combined fields of writing and english grammar, but also because I'm sorta sneaking this entry in, without calling too much attention to my unannounced absence. A goal which has obviously failed completely by this very statement. Oh well. Time passes, like it does on a regular basis, and so lots of shit has gone down and/or has hit the proverbial fan. If you should be amongst the very small and unfortunate group that has seen it hit an actual fan, please comment below if the splatteri

Apologies for the title, dearest ladies and gentlemen, but it seemed to be the most appropriate word in this specific context. If it should offend you, please rest assured that I don't give a damn, so there really isn't any problem. Well, not for me anyway. - Yes, another journal, and no, no new poetry. New pencil stuff yes, lots of it in fact, but that won't ever make it to this site, so it baffles (yes: baffles) me that I brought it up in the first place. One could bring up that I could have hit the delete button, but that ain't my gig bitches. (pardon the obvious american accent here) But journal, journal and journal again. It's been a