Back in the day I played around with comics. Actually have over 40,000 comic books in storage. Anyway, while working as a Marine Security Guard in Stockholm I drew a comic featuring Fred, the spider. It was fun and I’m going to play around with it again as it makes me smile.

It will be like me, odd, off-beat, and a bit different. If you enjoy, (no one reads this crap anyway,) then great. If it offends you, even better!

Something can be said for how smooth the keyboard on these modern gadgets make typing.

Something can also be said for how technology has made dispersion of expression to be so available. Blogs forums, websites… Just imagine if only 10% of the worlds population wrote something everyday on a site such as WordPress. It  would indeed be impressive.

I started this site to take my mind off of something called love and it has not worked. What has worked is that I have discovered love is a pretty useless endeavor. Much like this world, for most it is an illusion at best and a nightmare at worst.

In this past year the pursuit of love has been most painful, yet I continued. Why? What the fuck could possess me to pursue a shadow of what mostly torments my thoughts? Definitely not sex. Definitely not conversation. So what the hell is it?

I’m glad the winter of 2016-17 is mostly over as now I can pursue work. I have a lot of work lined up so to work seven days a week. It will be nice to use that to enrich my empty coffers and to take my mind off the folly of having fallen in love.

Interesting to look back at the thousand of words put into print by these fingers the last few years. A change. An advancement. A retreat. Enrichment. Degradation. Pride. Greed. Sadness. Joy. Foolishness. Intelligence. That is why I really enjoy writing. It feels… real. Concrete. Of substance.

Writing. Work. Drawing. All nice, all needed for me to keep what little sanity is left to lose.

Lets see if a poem can now be created, after stirring up the sludge in my useless brain:

Writing the Words

From airy thoughts come to thin a volume learned. Experience of A to Z grasped; enslaved to print; saved for moment of later, where it can be seen.

What does it matter, to draw upon the wall of a world, an author enslaved. Cave or dwelling, address mute as the ear struggles, the voice yells silent, and eyes full of colored mess.

Author of a moment, where drifts nothing of import. Rotting flesh waiting for demise. For who cares what letters ramble, put together to show such life?

Really though it matters not as those care less than ever while lost in their own lives. Lives where they too, write and ramble. Laughing, crying, feeling their own lives.

“Look at me! I’m real. See? My family, familiar, filled with it is, to be.”

It will be nice when the word flow stops from damned fingers, digits flexed to appease and fold. Repose of darkness enfolding, into a wordless night.

Witches Cast Mass Spell with Hopes of Removing Trump from Office

Humans are such a great source of entertainment for me!

Oh, and as a side note too human ‘witch’ stupidity. Midnight on friday, all across the country? Don’t they know  in the realm of other worlds, time is different than an arbitrary number assigned by a clock embraced by people? Oh, I’m still chuckling at such blatant stupidity.

School was torture though not in the, ‘Sit up or I’ll beat your ass,’ kind of torture. For me it was mentally horrible to sit through hours and hours, year after year, listening to teachers. But who gives a fuck about me, for sure not anyone else except my dogs.

Lately I’m in a whining mode. Normally I could give a shit but this last year has really worn on me and it is good to indulge in a little, ‘me’ time.

You see, I fell in love… Biiiig mistake because just as school was torture for me, so too this ‘love’ crap. Yikes. Poetry written, and all the rest and for what? To  end up where I am now and miserable. Of course I deserve to feel miserable as I have made those around me, including those I love, to feel miserable. Guess the whole, ‘misery loves company’ comes to mind.

I do love to write though. Feeling the fingers releasing the mind filled with random mush. It feels great. Sometimes the hours flow by so fast it is totally amazing to see ten hours go by and a manuscript of some kind of weird shit unfold in a story of whatever.

Tonight I’m indulging myself and it feels good.

Along with writing now I’ve opened a new bag of BBQ potato chips. There is a store in Riggin’s that sold them on sale for .99. What a score. Should have bought an entire box.

On the television I put on CNN just to see people more miserable than me and man are those bastards a miserable, sorry lot to be sure. They try to give news but only spout some party line of whatever it is sorry, miserable bastards spout.

The weather today was great. One minute snow and then rain and then sun and then clouds and then mud and then dry. It all was good and what is not good as just in the past few minutes I’m feeling better. This is entirely due to the joy I get from typing.

Speaking of typing, that is one skill I actually enjoyed learning in school. Amazing how fast a person can type on an electronic keyboard versus the old IBM antiques. And now there is spell check instead of having to use white out.

Lately been noticing a lot of birds called Chukar’s coming around the house. They are a social lot and it is fun to listen and watch them interact. And then just when they are feeling at home, out go the corgi’s and ‘Swoosh,’ off they fly with two retarded dogs chasing.

Busy building a home for a man moving here from Florida. It will be a nice home and much progress can now be made now that the cold/snowy shit is almost over. Lots of work now and this is good as work is the second thing I really like. Writing is number one and work is number two. Fishing would be number three. And through all of it I really love to observe and study this world we’re trapped in. Amazing to study the small things.

Tonight I’m gonna sleep like crazy. Last night the main dream was of a freezer thawing, full of food that all spoiled. Yet, at the same time there was a very severe freeze. One picture in particular was of a farming disk filled completely with frozen mud. It was an interesting dream for sure.

Currently Michael Moore is on CNN. I feel sorry for him, his faith in this world is crazy. My faith in this world is, z-e-r-o. Can you imagine? A world filled with nothing but eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. This is a giant world of death and I wish I were not on it.

Wouldn’t it be fun to be on a world where you could write, work, and fish without worry? It would be fantastic.

Oh well, at least feeling better now. Writing does that to me, and tonight it was good to indulge myself. Now I can go back to thinking about others, and write about it.

Canadian man who beheaded bus passenger granted total freedom

File- This Aug. 5, 2008, file photo shows Vince Li. Li, who was found not criminally responsible for beheading and cannibalizing a fellow passenger on a Greyhound bus has been granted his freedom. Manitoba’s Criminal Code Review Board announced Friday, Feb. 10, 2017, it has given Will Baker, formerly known as Vince Li, an absolute discharge, meaning he is longer subject to monitoring. (John Woods/The Canadian Press via AP, File)  (AP2008)

WINNIPEG, Manitoba –  A Canadian man who was found not criminally responsible for beheading and cannibalizing a fellow passenger on a Greyhound bus has been granted his freedom.

Manitoba’s Criminal Code Review Board announced Friday it has given Will Baker, formerly known as Vince Li, an absolute discharge, meaning he is longer subject to monitoring.

MAN WHO THOUGHT ROOMMATE WAS A ZOMBIE PLEADS GUILTY TO MURDER

Baker, a diagnosed schizophrenic, killed Tim McLean, a young carnival worker who was a complete stranger to Baker, in 2008. A year later he was found not criminally responsible due to mental illness.

McLean’s mother, Carol de Delley, has been outspoken against granting Baker freedom, saying there would be no way to ensure he continued to take his medication.

She declined comment in a post on Facebook Friday, saying “I have no words.”

Baker was initially kept in a secure wing of a psychiatric hospital but was given more freedom every year.

He has been living on his own in a Winnipeg apartment since November, but was still subject to monitoring to ensure he took his medication.

Baker’s doctor, Jeffrey Waldman, told the board earlier this week that he is confident Baker will remain on his medication and will continue to work with his treatment team if released. Waldman testified that Baker knows it’s the medication that keeps his illness at bay.

In a written decision, the review board said it “is of the opinion that the weight of evidence does not substantiate that Mr. Baker poses a significant threat to the safety of the public.”

Waldman said Baker plans to visit his native China if released but would live in Winnipeg for the next two to three years. He is on the waiting list for a post-secondary training program and plans on establishing a career in the city. Baker emigrated to Canada from China in 2001 and became a Canadian citizen four years ago.

Baker sat next to the 22-year-old McLean on the bus after the man smiled at him and asked how he was doing.

Baker said he heard the voice of God telling him to kill the man or “die immediately.”

He repeatedly stabbed McLean while he fought for his life. As passengers fled the bus, Baker continued stabbing and mutilating the body before he was arrested. He severed McLean’s head, displaying it to some of the passengers outside the bus, witnesses said.

The Supreme Court of Canada ruled in 1999 that a review board must order an absolute discharge if a person doesn’t pose a significant threat to public safety.

The ruling added there must be clear evidence of a significant risk to the public for the review board to continue imposing conditions after a person is found not criminally responsible.

Opposition Conservative member of Parliament James Bezan also criticized Baker’s release. He said earlier in the week it would be an insult to de Delley and McLean’s other relatives.

Baker’s defenders include Chris Summerville, executive director of the Manitoba Schizophrenia Society, who has met and worked with him over the years.

“He is no longer a violent person,” Summerville said. “I will say, yes, he absolutely understands that he has to (take his medication) and has a desire to live a responsible, moral life and never succumb to psychotic episodes and not to hurt anybody ever again.”

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God gets a lot of credit for what people do. In this case Baker killed a young man, blamed God, dealt with politicians and got away with murder.

Your planet is so very strange indeed.

God is not strange just far beyond human comprehension. Yes, it is true God has provided true means of relationship between the human species and God but only one side of that situation can truly handle it.

Abortion. Murder. Hate. Evil… Why does humanity embrace such so fully? For me, I’ll never truly understand when peace and love are so easy to understand…

Thanks God, for the beautiful sunrise this morning and the opportunity to try my best to be.