Beginning

And so with no ceremony and even less fanfare, I begin my blog. A trumpet sound flubs out like a wet fart, staining the blank page of an imagined typewriter and daring the author to tarnish it further.

Well, there...

I did.

Black smudges on white crystals, spinning electrons energizing the shape of my thoughts onto the screen. Twisting tiny particles in your screen to mirror the mess on my own.

Rallying against entropy, I'll do my part.