must....stop.....posting...this...bullshit..

Just gave this whole blog a reading over. Telling how its all stuff I've read or seen or thought and not what I've done...this is because if it was about things I'd done it'd read like an obscure Brian Aldiss novel called Report on Probability A. Its a great idea but not for a novel: too short, but he stretches it out by describing every little mundane thing in minute detail like its being written by an obsessive compulsive. Brian Aldiss. Good writer, but a bit of cheeky fucker sometimes. He wrote the story A.I. is based on, and Barefoot in the Head is good. I think. Its set in Europe and the water supplies have been contaminated with LSD and its so hallucinatory that I can't actually remember anything else about it. Er...so my life is fairly dull at the moment, essentially, is what I'm saying. If, in fact, I am saying anything at all. Oh, and I killed the other blog. Was a bit pointless really. I'm not really all that good at prose or poetry, I can't connect the lines together properly. I think dialogue is my thing, if I have one. I'm best when I'm writing conversations, I even think in the form of conversations most of the time which is a bit fuckin weird.....I'm babbling. This wouldn't happen if I couldn't type so fast. Sorry, I've been awake for about 25 hours and I'm bored out of my skull, which is why I'm blathering all over the screen like this.......I'm going to watch the x-files now.
(slumps over keyboard, dead)