Blarfin... Off The Lip here, ready to rant, rave and recollect. Click me. frustration mask

Greetings from the darkness of our deepest desires. Our generation has been named. Not something discernible, because they didn't know what to call us. We're Generation X. The one thing uniting us, is that we're lost in the system. Generation of tough times, cyber-punks, televised death as common as the corner store. Generation of lost hope, tangeble angst, and frantic hatred.

So here we are, shouting our discontent into a digital bottle for all to see... Well, not everyone. You DO have to have a computer.

Keep in mind that any of this could change at any time. The name of the mag, the intire contents, the point of life itself. Change may be good and it may be bad, but you have to except it. It's part of that whole creative thing. Sometimes you blow minds away, sometimes you dissapoint, some- times you piss people off, and sometimes you touch peoples hearts and souls - changing their lives forever... You never know.

I mean, I never thought I'd be making something like this. And if I had an idea about producing something of this nature, it definately wasn't anything close to the form is has taken. I thought I'd be in way different surroundings doing much different things.... Life is just to flakey to predict in any practicable manner.

I just found a word, chargrin. Wonderfull summation....

Anyways, the ability at least for me, to tell where I'm going to be going is far from attainable. Windows of opportunity don't come along very often. And when they do, it's ususally something off the wall. "Wait, what was that again? You want me to what?" I'm in constant laughter at the absurdity of life. It's a wonder I can ever keep a straigh face. It's like a cruel joke or a scientific experiment, "Okay, let's see what he does if we do....THIS!" "Whoa! Good one...wait wait, even better. Let's try this..."

I'm sure many people feel the same way. When I see good movies or witness other works of thought, I see so many parallels. Sometimes it's like a memory, like someone saying the words that you never told anybody. There's a lot we have in common, and a lot we have to say. Let your voice be heard. Who knows, someone might like it.....


GRIN








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