THIS PAINT BY NUMBERS LIFE…

... suits me sir... It’s apparent that the gradual erosion of one’s once escalating identity, if not wholly the result of, is due in part to an ever increasing loss over the years of that murderous suspect trust and an increase in the weariness to what lies ahead. Tired of hope, worn-out by the search toward, well, what essentially was nothing but the dream planted at the beginning of time by some joker who gets His laughs from seeing the host running down increasingly shortening dead ends, 2009 represents the start of nothing which can be described as what has gone before. The seeds were planted some time well before the extra second was added at the end of 2008, but that additional moment of time needed to keep the clock in tune with the slowing down of the rotation of the planet was enough to allow the poppy seeds of reality to sprout at last. Dreamcast – Blown-apart, the fighting is over. Peace is born and will grow through a truth from without and not from within. Numb. No need now for New Year’s resolutions, simply less of what was virtuous and more of what’s amusing, entertaining regardless of where it comes from thanks very much… Whether it’s in your hands or not, time’s a ticking, so a good’n to all!