what im doing here

what are you doing here? im here for the same reason you are. i like you. i like talking to you. you engage and/or complete me in various ways. without you i become ungrounded, angry, and generally sandy. plus who else would i drink with? who else would i admit to beating off to russel crowes jaw line in a freeze frame of a high def copy of gladiator?

well his jaw line was incidental in the frame. there was also... well who i am kidding-

but seriously. i like your rants. so im here. its what im doing here. im here to listen to you as much as you are here to listen to me. if i didnt get face time i would probably kill myself. or you. im here because this is my favorite place to gripe and bask and stroke my ego and my genits and be pitiful and awesome all at once. nothing makes life tasty like a good wound to lick. so what are you doing here?

///roni size - "mad cat" i think this is musically what it feels like to wake into a dream. disorienting, thrilling, tense, and sour.