An honest to god, actually real blog post!
Its, uh a blog, so I will not try not to ramble. So as I sit here listening to Saga Frontiers' haunting soundtrack. I find that my unhealthy obsession with Japanese pop culture. Has been melting my soul into an otaku like a puddle of "stuff" on the floor. My passion for big eyes and brilliant nonsense is still the defining characteristic of my youth and adult life. The free association of some of this is both fun and disheartening. I am afraid of what is going on in the world. It feels like the end of days. I used to think I was the antichrist. Now I meditate and tell myself it was a delusion. When I turn on the news, part of me says to the other part of me, and I quote, "what do you think?" That is my ugly old man face up there. It is a rough time for my family and me. I think that from now on, when I post on here, if it isn't some of my fiction or a bad poem, then I will share my ugly mug looking off to the distance and trying to avoid eye