As I approach the 1000 mark -as bizarre as it seems- I begin to realize that such numbers are based on the fact that I used to contribute to this community once upon a time. I had at times; let people into my otherwise undisturbed psyche of maddening thoughts and pretty flowers. My rose coloured glasses saw this website as an opportunity for growth, literary critique and most importantly, fun.

It used to be all of that for me, but school has seemed to rear its ugly, 3 headed faces and has ceased all creative output and upload onto this fine, collected, stream of data. An idea that has turned into a rather dry leaf, has caught fire, and has left an ashy mark of distinction on my face. In any event, I must renew my efforts once again to further strengthen my literary endeavors. Although tonight, I am rather tired, and for lack of a better term "extremely punch drunk". I shall take some good advice from a certain sexy creature and head to sleep before my keyboard becomes my pillow. The Drool alone would set me back days in typing.

Till next time volunteers of the creative age,
I shall retire to my mechanized shelter of doom to make some “Bluth Bananas.”
~Western Poet