Let us begin:

This is an excerpt from a non-fiction type piece I have been working on. Each chunk of the piece is centered in the middle of the page and is ten typed lines long and forms a square. I say this because I don't think the formatting will transfer from Word.  Here is the second "page".

This is a box.  It is imaginary, but it contains you and everything that you are and everything that you can be to another person.  It is a pretty box, sometimes.  Other times it has been dipped in toxic sludge and no one wants to go near it.  It smells, sometimes.  You can taste it with your nose and your mouth.  Licorice.  Old paper.  Raw meat.  Fresh toilet bowl water.  The salt spray drifting over the docks.  The sweet tang of toxicity.  Do not confuse these smells with their sight.  Separate the picture from the experience and simply smell and taste.  That is what it is like when the box that contains you smells.  It is separate from the experience of objects.

The 1, 2, 3's

So, here we go.  I have decided to begin this blog for a couple of different reasons.

First, I would like to try and keep up with my writing, even if it is a little blurb or something.  I used to keep journals, and while they weren't all that great to go back and re-read, at least I was writing something.

Second, I would like to put excerpts of pieces of writing that I am currently working on, to see how people respond to it and so I can look at it someplace that isn't a word document.

Third, I like trolling the interwebs and finding fun stuff, though I promise that websites, videos and other junk will be kept to a minimum.

Fourth, why the hell not?