It's exciting. Out of all my blogs, this one gets viewed the most, and penetrates more countries. That is fascinating to me. I love it, especially since this blog has all of my filth and perversion in it. I know that is what people want. They want to see naked babes and have good articles to read while they peruse over a woman's tits. Who wouldn't want that? Even girls like to see other girls' boobs, so they can compare and contrast with themselves.
This is my first real blog ever, the one where I really got into blogging. Too bad this one isn't monetized, and never will be. It is unfortunate. This one will just have to be for free, as my gift to the world, for giving me life and liberty.
You gotta give until it hurts in this world, and then maybe you will get something back, is how it works.
If I get famous from this blog, so be it. This is the one I really like to work on, because I can say the word 'fuck' freely if I want.
I can also talk about how I masturbated at four in the afternoon yesterday to some blond bouncing up and down on some guy's cock, with her tits flapping.
That is the normal things I really like to write about, because that is what most people do in this world. Most people just work for their next orgasm, and everything else is just, well, busywork.
Getting off is part of life. It is what makes all tick. It is what makes us all human.
This is the shit I really like to talk about. It makes me feel more alive than writing about some video game.
But what always happens with watching porn is you get bored after you cum, and then you do other things and forget all about it, but then I keep coming back to porn, maybe, after a day or two. Or sometimes I forget all about it, and I don't care, and then I am more productive doing other things, is how it all works.
You see? It is all about life and living.
Funny, I read some article about people who watch porn have a tendency not to get involved with real relationships, and would rather spend time alone.
Yup, that's me, but I can't get stuff done with other people around, it just doesn't work, especially with making artwork.
Anyway, I haven't been making much artwork lately, because, well, what is the point? I don't know. I can barely read art reviews in the paper, because it is all so dull and boring. I like to read reviews about films, or certain news articles that interest me, but when some writer writes about art, I can barely care. The articles don't seem to be that good, or they get so overly wordy that the article and the art being talked about are two different things. I like to look at the picture of the art, and that is about it. I like to get the information from the actual artwork, not from all the extra outside peripheral stuff that gets attached to it.
Anyway, it is a beautiful day, and I'm excited about blogging. It is fun. I am glad that this blog is doing well despite its 18 and over setting. I'd rather read some 18 and over blog than some stupid thing that anybody could read. I've been over 18 for a long time now, and writing stuff for kids just doesn't interest me all that much, plus, it is limited as to what you can do.
I've seen some European magazine covers, particularly from some photo magazine that shows naked women on the cover beautifully photographed, and one photo even showed her ass cheeks spread apart so it showed her anus on the cover. That is pretty funny and amazing. There is no way they would have that on the cover of a magazine in this country, at least not without a protective cover.
The magazine industry isn't doing too well here. I'm going to research it, to see what is going on.
One thing I am going to have to address soon is that my coffee bill is quite high. I need something to pay for my coffee.
This is pretty much my ideal job, where I sit in the cafe, and write to my heart's content. I want to do this every day for the rest of my life.
I'm glad this blog is getting hits because this blog best represents me for what I am as a person and an artist.
It's been a struggle growing up Mormon, and then having all these other things in my head which really did not fit in with the L.D.S. mindset at all. I was a shoe that didn't fit. I was a duck out of water. I didn't want to swim in their pool anymore. It seemed kind of inbred and retarded to me, what with all the other things going on in the world that I could not suppress anymore. Then I would be in denial, and I didn't want to live that kind of a life. For me, it would have been a life like a horse with blinders on.
All I know is that I wanted to experience it all, and by god, I did.
Now all I want to do is drink and smoke a lot, and write a lot. That sounds like a good time to me.
Oh yeah, it's my birthday in three days. Dang. I'm going to be 44. Amazing.
Well, it's been a good year.
I like how my life is.
I want more of this.
My problem is just figuring out how to pay for it.
Any job that isn't for my artwork, writing, or creativity is just a waste of time for me. At least that is what it feels like most definitely.
I don't feel like going back to the ballpark to work, where my talents are not acknowledged. I don't like all the little political messages at the ballpark that they sneak in, or the excessive patriotism which kind of rubs me the wrong way. Plus, there are lots of cops there, and the farther I am away from them, the better, as far as I am concerned.
Anyway, I think it is going to be a good day after all.
I was trying to come up with some kind of Jim Morrison kind of poem before I shave off my beard, but I haven't been able to come up with much of anything.
I've read Jim's poetry, and it is mostly pretty good. Not the best I've ever read, but there is definitely a message to it all, and I like that.
Plus, it is Jim, so there you go.
He's one of my alcoholic heroes.
lol.
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