Dawning of the Age of Aquarius

That song is now stuck in my head. I hate everything. I’ve felt like writing a lot more lately, but I’m not sure where I want to spend my efforts. Serious blogging? Fiction? Fourteen erotic stories involving cows? (That last one is not an actual idea, don’t worry. Sheesh, freaks.) I’m always stuck on having “meaning” as if the only reason I write is some grand sense of having change on the world. But what’s wrong with writing for the sake of simply wanting to do so? Nothing at all, I would say.

But my brain would disagree.

Maybe I should start writing about all the weird cognitive things my brain does to fuck with me. Our brains are so damn weird.


About kylock

Man, biographies are really hard to write because sometimes you just don't know what to write about and then you ramble on pointlessly for a while about your hobbies (video games, reading, programming) and end up boring your readers because they expect something witty and insightful (there are only two ways to save money, neither of which involves hookers) and then readership falls off and you cry yourself to sleep.
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