Its A new year and hear I go sitting on my ass thinking hey what have i done with myself lately....nothingness in its vast empty expanses across time and space is all that creeps into my membrane sack I call a mind, so I hence forth I decided to take a step forward in a new bizarre direction of poetry for a time its not really new its something I've done for a while I just hate being wordy. No shit huh? Anywhoo I've decided to give my hands a good massage and slowly methodically torture artistic abilities back into them who does arthritis think it is anyways mind over matter and possibly crippling disease I think that is how the phrase goes. So Expect some crazy things to roll off the black empty canvas of my mind and onto D.A one day I will have to give it up but that day will be when they pry the cd key of the latest photoshop and a broken number 2 pencil from my cold rotten fetid corpse and lower me into the ground only to rise again and continue until some redneck yokel shouts Yeeeehaw and a shotgun fire rattles my brain stem and I cease to function.