So I'm becoming increasingly bipolar.
This makes me seem like a liar when confronted with my last post promising a shitload of new material. Art, prose, call it what you will. I still have a stash saved on my computer, but I'll be letting those loose one by one as they filter through my ever-changing mood. It kind of sucks, this state I'm in. Inspiration and motivation is scarce these days and the bipolarity makes me think some things I write are the best I've written and other days they have no emotion left to spare and I come close to throwing everything away. But for those Watching me (no one, really), apologies etc. and thanks for stayin