Ok. Relax. You are not going to publish this. Believe it. I will not publish this. I will not betray you. This is not a gimmick. This is an exercise in truth.
Walk the line, look ahead. Don’t get distracted by the pretty lasses on the sides of your path. They are waving at you and some of them appear to be taking off items of clothing but no. DO NOT LOOK.
You need to FOCUS FOCUS. Keep your head together and alert. Know what you want. Believe you can get it. It is not too late. You’re still in with a fighting chance. The fact remains that the only factor that will determine your success is your determination to succeed!
This will not be published. This is a private pep talk. This will not go public. Forget about it. FOCUS on the ball game. FILL that VISA form. FILL IT NOW!
Looking back on my initial plan to bloggify my journal I would say that the effects have been mixed. I have become extremely ‘commercialized’ in my own way. I used to be an underground metal head and now I’m Britney Spears in terms of what I write. This will not last. This will be Published. And my defiant waaah will accompany my deep throated scream to all and sundry! If you don’t like me, then it’s just too bad for you!
Okay now, where the hell did that come from? But these are my raw wounds, my rotting holes crawling with worms. Friable, eatable worms. Yum Yum. Excuse me while I swallow the spit juicing up my jowls.
BACK to the ball game. BACK to focus. The death has not arrived yet that can overcome a dream! And I have a dream. However vague or disembodied it may sometimes seem, I live for those days of clarity, where I know exactly where I want to be, those days which I live for, which come perhaps only once in a year. When I know that somehow my dream has to be protected through its dark days, if I am to ever see it come true.
So sod off!! I’ll get there if it’s the last thing I DO!!!! AARRGHH.
The day is still dark. SO WALK THAT LINE WHACKSTER! You can’t run of you don’t know how to walk.