It is required that I exorcise all the horrible, ill thought out and forced 'creativity' that has festered on my surface like the burnt skin of a rice pudding since I first had a feeling at some point in my teenage years. Consider this blog a sick bucket set up to catch the crap from within me that i feel the need to expell from time to time, so that if indeed there is anything of any merit lurking in a corner, it won't have to battle through a myriad of nonsense in order to find a place to manifest itself. This is not art, just house-keeping.
Things are never as they seem - especially with today's current rate of change. Things are only what we make of them - so let's talk about Things and try and put Things into context.
