The gittery guttery jest

Ah, nobody is looking at this blog. Do you know that feeling. Well it is not so stupid you know it is mainly that it refers to no one. That is why it is no-one's land. I already feel tired before beginning to really do something. Do you know that feeling. Well I do and I don't like it much. Hope is not totally lost though, maybe it comes up again in a flash just for 10 minutes. Writing everything that plops in the mind. Great. Well to start with I felt lost starting this blog and it aitent got any better. The electronic signposts bordering this land are in the background. Only this vast waste of empty screen. It is even less then an empty paper. Bloody poetics. They bludger and blodger the poor pieces of paper and usually the paper does not get anything but stains in return. Making a piece of poetry aitent what it use to be. That is what they used to say. Fortunately they were replaced by other they's with much more comprehension of modern writing. Don't mind me though I just sit here in this empt y piece of land with no gouvernor nor president. That would be the true anarchic land eh. Well it aitent. There are just too many people here working their ars off for nothing.

Well life aint what it used to be cracked up to, or something like that....