The entire idea of the internet bothers me. This isn't real. This is just a collection of words that is ever-expanding the longer this sentence gets. Is this really me? Or is this actually my brain concentrated? At it's most focused? Delivering uninterrupted thoughts, language spewing out of me. Directly into your brain through this brilliant .... what is the internet anyway? I don't know how this stuff works but bravo.

Anyway, this may be an actual blog or it may not. I know that people i know may actually be reading this, so I will mask myself up as I always have so well, and say "work is fine. life is fine. I'm working hard. That is all"

A master of disguise
And as I speak the words they change
Forming pictures less deranged
Much less so than what I say
A brighter day's a night away
We sleep away the darker notes
Major keys and minor throats
Singing songs that break a heart
Fast as they can break apart
Years may pass before your eye
Has a chance to cry it's cries
To the skies without an answer
Clouds that dance without a dancer
And as they pass the body stills
What it cannot save it kills
Puts away as much as known
A smile that was never shown
Only feigned, and always fake
My very birth I must forsake
For as much cheer as I can act
There is too much my life has lacked