INTRO

Good morning.

Or, actually, it's more like good evening from where I'm sitting right now, but it's good morning as far as this blog's concerned. I've been tossing myself around quite a bit over whether or not I should create one or not. A blog that is. Not that anybody gives a shit about whether or not I would write a blog, it's been a conflict in me that's all. Me, myself and I, that's what blogging is all about anyway, right?

So before getting started, I'd just like to point out the whole nature of my writing. First off, it's all going to be in English thank you very much, and how come? Why not? It's a funny language, and I've been looking for a place to write in English for quite some time and while no forum has shown itself to be proper, I might aswell do it here. I've always wanted my own site anyway, but I've got no cash and no time on my hands. The day has but 24 hours and a man's got but 2 arms. You can't have it all.

As for the entire blog culture, I don't know. You want to call me a blogger now? Go right ahead, I couldn't care less whether or not I reach out to anyone. I'm writing all kinds of shit all the time, and it's never really been my idea to write for anybody in particular. It's a force, a flow, it just needs someplace to go. This is just another creek where the same water flows. Some of that water ends up in very special places, there are secret ponds and lakes, some of which have dried out by now, and then there are greater oceans where I encourage anyone to take a dive. It's all writing, it's all me. I've got nothing to hide, anyway. And nobody should think that this is about "me" anyway. It's not. Whatever is here to read, at this page, it's not me. It's not who I am in my head, it's not who you'll meet in real life. It's me in third person, perhaps even forth. Does that sound fucked up? I guess it will just have to sound fucked up then.

This, then, is the first entry of this site. Do I fancy a grand opening? Not quite, this is not the room where I place my pretentions. Or well, at least not my follies. I have no real opening speech, this is really just created speaking of nothing. Yeah, I was out having a smoke just half an hour ago and figured I'll make a blog because, in this third forth second language persona it makes some kind of sense. I was born roughly 23 years ago. I can't start there, now can I? It's already been. I could start today. Today it's been Sunday. I've been doing jackshitnothing but watching a rock n roll documentary, drinking coffee and cleaned up my table, since it welcomed me this morning with a paperbag full of trash from McDonald's, 10 empty bottles of beer, some equally empty bags of crisps, two packs of cigarettes, etcetera.... Quite a party last night, you'd say? Actually it's not more than it seems: junk food, beer and hamburgers. Miss L was over and we had ourselves a pre-party which ended up nowhere, had a lot of late 90's music going and we just talked bullshit and, yeah, drank beer. When I went to get my drunk weekend's night of meat I walked out into a snowstorm. It was actually snowing. So much for anticipating spring any time soon. The wrath of God, I could here him laughing as he's been laughing for millions of years, never getting sick of the same old joke. Pestering the people, enjoying the vices of being the all mighty one. Am I religious, you might ask? Am I? No. But I am curious. There's a difference. Most people are just plain dummies, stubborn anti-people. I'd like to see the faces of the non-believers when Jesus Christ himself accends. Not that I believe he would, not more than I believe John Lennon or JFK would re-appear to enter their post-mortum image in flesh and blood, but still. I always enjoy a good wtf-face on stubborn anti-people. One lesson in life, kids - the only thing that is a guarantee in life is the element of surprise.

But anyway, I'm far off the target here. Whatever the target was supposed to be. Oh yeah, starting up. Well. Since we could start just about anywhere, we might aswell be starting here. In a flat. One room, one street, one city. Where? Oh, there's a destination, surely. There's an adress. But we're all sitting in our little flats and our little rooms and our little cities and I suppose that's why I'm writing in English in a sense. I could be just about anyone, anywhere. Concider me your friend in the night, your little beacon in the midst of chaos, in the middle of nowhere and thus, in the centre of everywhere.