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Now that I could feel my fingers

I’m back, and hoping to express my individuality for you, in the way that only tumblr can do, once more. Since my last posting (was it April?) things have changed, as you’d expect from anyone over such a period. There was blood, love, idiocy, vagabondage, starvation, revalation, peril, hellos, goodbyes, and the end of one of the more turbulent years in my existance.

Goodbye to the one item I have loved (and whom has loved me) most. Goodbye to grandeur, and goodbye to splendor. Having slept under bridges, on trains, and finally a squat-house without heat during a Chicago winter, one can’t help but to realize that self-significance is laughable. I’m laughable. I’m desperate. But, desperation isn’t all too bad. Desperation has been a learning experience. Desperation has lead to alternate means of expression. No longer is my skin pure. Under my nails, dirt. Food scavenged, stolen, or otherwise taken from the refuse. And through such, I build to keep mental deterioration. I’m not an artist. This is what I’ve learned. And as the dadaists have said, I try not to mimic myself as an artist, I try to mimic myself as a constructor. The great tramp, scum, vermin and his creation.

But, we’ll move along now, and I’ll continually jog back to fill the void.  Expect more doses of esoteric mess, music discoveries, and everyday stories and of the Windy City’s finest and depraved.

I most also attatch the picture of my petite knight in shining armor. The device that I’ve grown a love attatchment to during sub-zero temps. It’s none other than my glorious spaceheater. You’ll be missed!