Right Here, Right Now, and a beer

Right Here, RIGHT F-ing now!

(the following is a list of thoughts in my mind as I finish this tall beer)

Art transcends emotions and evokes thoughts.

Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, is worth your life. And no person should ever dare to try to take happiness from me again.

My mind dwells in the dark less the more I stay active.

Global Warming Sux! I just had a hornet attack me IN my bedroom.

My new friend Dan and I will do positive contributions to art and life in our friendship.

Mogwai is the most underrated band ever. No doubts.

I love my job and no one there is going to make me ever not enjoy my job...so make your ass aware of that banner team.

I feel like skateboarding down the street on my buddy Rob's longboard.

I sure wish I had learned airbrushing when I had the chance.

Marta has some major issues.

It is hard to find a voice in my writing for the newsletter. It seems as if I'm creating a new one, which is odd but offers hope.

I miss my cat worse than my ex. I miss my ex the most in that I cringe at remembering all that closeness lost to a drug, a refusal to change, a watered-down commitment, a dream of truth fading into ghostly vapors.

I've got to escape this place. I've got to get out. I've got to be gone. I've got to go...

Busch beer, while priced ok and not too bad on the ol' taste buds, just isn't the way to go. "Head to the mountains" because that's where the good stuff is sold!

Well, that's the end of my beer and my captured time experiment. Hmmm, whatever.