This is not a uniquely adultdvdtalk sort of posting, so there's no need for bitching. If it's lame it's lame in a general sense, persons.
I can't think of anything the slightest bit strange or interersting or surprising about myself. I was going to say I own a biplane but that is a lie. I suppose it's strange that I'm not dead yet, but only in the context of what goes on inside my pitifully sick soul, and noone knows but me, persons.

P.S. I had a really cool and upsetting dream last night. I'm not putting it in a post of its own because for one I hate that sort of hubris and I want to kill it in myself, and B my cretinous conscious mind has had all day to poison it with vapid reflection and rewrites. Any way as quick and as sparse as I can: I was in front of an audience displaying art I made. The art was pieces of cardboard with a strip of clear tape over the center. Under each piece of tape was a insect that was murdered by the application of the tape, the way their spindly legs were sprawled akimbo and antennae and such was pitiful and horri9fying and that was the point of the art. I also knew in the dream this was to promote the tape for sale. Somehow this had something to do with 'Gag Factor' and some of the audience were beset with unease and distress. I was soon crying looking at the bugs and I felt in danger like being exposed or something.