GinRicky

Posted on the MySpace - Believe I've reached the conclusion that all those in the past are to be left there, as providence has seen fit to place them. My efforts are best applied toward the current and the new. And perhaps it may be better still to not try at all. So much of people seem to amount to little else than a collection of walking impulses, addictions, instincts, reactions and desires. I don't think it is easy for such a statement to come across in anything other than a negative manner, and yet I know this to be so; my life's experience has borne it out before me, why continue trading for cents on the dollar?  Let them find me, els

Anyone who knows me by anything resembling a reasonable degree of familiarity is aware that I write.  Now, awareness in and of itself fails to secure appreciation, and why should it, a dying art leaking here and there from such a scattered old relic as myself.     Among my painfully voluminous breadth of self-dictated circular nonsense exists what is now the better part of sixteen years' journal material.  Yeah.  Over the past couple years I've undertaken to compile all that noise into one contiguous thread, incorporating correspondence, commentaries, poems, whatever.  Some of this stuff is, needless to say, unpleasant to revisit.  Such a p

So, I'm sitting here thinking about life in general again, in respect to our interaction (or meaningful lack thereof) with others.  I was trying to decide if it is in fact every bit as much the unforgiveable shame that at the moment it seems to be, how so many of us dance around each other and more importantly dance around our own selves, unable to make any real substantive connection with the meaningful and true for months, years, lifetimes at a span. I decided on impulse to type the simple phrase "who thinks anymore" into the "google" search box, and the answer from the "world wide web" was, well: - DJ DeeKay Presents...: "Anybody who th