Yano I’ve sat here all morning trying to write something great but the reality is I have a nice wee bout of writer’s block. Frustrating? Fuck yes!

I want to write some erotica, I have been craving a good bout of rampant debauchery flying out of my fingertips but nothing comes out. Instead I sit here and stare at a blank page. I feel hollow. I wonder where that muse of mine has gone. Why am I feeling so uninspired?

I mourn her. I want her to come back and wrap her tendrils around my senses. I want her to suffocate me with words.

Until she decides to come out of hiding I’ll wander around tripping over things that aren’t there.

Instead I’ll struggle until I implode and it all comes pouring out like a torrent.

Within you I lose myself…
Without you I find myself
Wanting to be lost again.
~Author Unknown

Note to my little obsessed spammer:

Yes you.

The one who spent a fair while staring at my HNT and perusing the blog. Funny you felt the need to come back for a second week in a row and perv at my HNT’s. Your references to ‘fat’ and the recent ‘whale watching comment you left in my spam queue … jeez intelligent ain’t ya. I mean shit that was so damn creative. LOL.

Yes I know you hid behind a proxy, I also can get around that and have tracked you back to somewhere very near me. I’m amused.

I suggest you fuck off unless you want a computer that won’t work anymore I have a very good friend who can give me everything I need to find your yellow little ass.

In future if you want to abuse me via my blog and hide behind a proxy .. do it fucking properly asshat.

Normal service will resume shortly…

Why am I quiet?

Uni application is under review … this weekend consists of copious amounts of red bull, loud music and lotsa artwork

….. portfolio being sorted and ready for sending on Monday morning.

Fingers and toes crossed …

No matter no matter what you believe
Sing just a little bit louder
Sing with all you got
Sing along with me
No matter no matter what you believe