Er...Tax. And death! And so on.

Tax. Tax tax tax. I don't pay tax. I'm like the queen in that respect, except nobody forces the queen to work at McDonalds. I don't work, I don't have the time or the inclination. Also, I'm desperately ill. Apparently. But if you do pay tax, you might be interested to know that a large portion of it goes to extremely rich companies in the form of farm subsidies. Check out monbiot.com if you want to learn more about this. Whoever you are.
Now on to a more interesting subject; the terrible pain and misery in which I spend every day. Instead of writing stories I've decided to paint pictures. Pictures in the form of stories. Because pictures can be kind of abstract and open to a lot of interpretation, they generate emotional responses that can be unique to the viewer rather than spelling things out for you. So basically I want to write like a painter. Or something. I dunno. Then I'll try painting like a writer. And then...singing like a psychologist. Yes. Many people consider psychology to be an art form and not just Hannibal Lecter. Me, for one. What do I know about psychology? What do you know about psychology? Well then.
What?