here it was

Posts? What posts? What useless information have I left for no one to read? This vent, rant, and idiotic release continues. In my phases of loss of mind and soul, direction and control, I must release this energy, though not in a positive way, at least limit myself away from the negative. Distractions as they are, the drugs, the lame "artistic" release, the indulgence of sexual perversions and selfish feel goods of the only realities I care to acknowledge. I continue to write, to sculpt, to masturbate, to do nothing and everything at a constant force of going nowhere for a climax of pure nothing. Enjoy.