The Sun Rises Once More

A blank page.... a fresh canvas to paint with words... the water colors of my mind. This blog had an existence at one time in the past. However, due to many factors it was nearly forgotten like a road sign in the rear view mirror. One day I decided to erase the old entries with the desire to provide myself with a blank slate to utilize when I found a proper time and place. The time is now and the place is Astoria, Oregon.

I have written quite a lot in the past six months. I posted a few blogs on myspace whereas most of the material is contained within the confines of glue bound composition books and wired notebooks. So, why would I choose to use this blog once again? There are two main reasons that come to mind. One, the Myspace blog setup is über crappy. Two, a web log is spicy and fresh... like jalepeño febreeze. You can't help but love it... even if you are left in the corner crying. Besides, I type faster than I can write and everything looks so much more artistic in a blog... something which my rants are far from. My writing is to art what ground beef is to steak: tasty... sometimes. Crude and unrefined... Always. Did I mention rarely beautiful? At any rate, a new dawn has arrived and the light from the sunrise is ever vibrant... ready to paint a new semi-grammatic dream scape with pigments of verbiage and subtle hues of mass insanity.