Like even though you live in what could easily be called a metropolis, you're the most alone person in the world? Ever feel your faith in humanity just slipping down and away, like a glass of water full of holes? Ever get tired of trying to convince yourself through acts of mental trickery that everything's fine and wonderful?

I do.

Ever just want to shut the door, turn of the lights, and close your eyes? Ever just wish you could keep them closed forever? Ever want to give up?

Even wonder if it might help if you got a life, but then when you look around at the people who do have "lives", you're still glad you're not them, despite all the crap?

I'm sorry for the barely articulate shit-spewing session. Not like it's going to matter anyway. Yet another fucked up loser posting rantings on the web -- a drop in the bandwidth-wastage bucket. This is my outlet, and if you don't like it, don't read it. I would be perfectly content to shout curses at the empty sky, and have nobody hear it. In fact, it might even be better that way.

"So what is this dude ranting about now? What happened this time?"

Here's a clue: Absolutely nothing. I'll spare everybody the cryptic talk and repeat: Abso-fucking-lutely nothing. I need neither mind-altering chemicals, nor earth-shattering experiences to generate what may at times sound like prozac-infused joy joy ramblings, and at other times... well, this.

Yes I am the anchor man
Dining here with son of sam
Heard to much to chat of on the way down
Gonna meet a great big star
Gonna drive his great big car
Gonna have it all here on the way down
The way down
The way down
Let's go
The way down
The way down
The way down
She knows

Sorry about the lack of substantive content. Maybe if I go redesign my site, then things will feel better.