Velociworld

TABULA X

I've been chastised on the sly by a few peoples for not setting this site to leave the last 4 or so posts up, so that when one goes underground there is at least some verbiage upon the screen, that will stay there until one posts again. Window dressing, as it were. A fiction of content.

I don't care for that. If I don't have fresh stuff, why would I leave the stale, the Olde Stinkye as my nephew called his constipated bowelwork at five years of age, up there? Because it makes the neglected site look normal? It's still viable, doctor. We just have to put the paddles to the pump.

Fuck all that. Iffen my well runs dry, or I am consumed by more pressing issues, I want my readers to see the tabula rasa. The blank fucking slate. That is where I am at the moment. And, as a general proposition, as a nihilist concept, that Big Void is probably more interesting than the tripe I've put up lately. And look:

Pretty sweet, eh? I, personally, was riveted, drawn, to the open space. It speaketh Truth. Of course, I have been known to get a bit self-absorbed at times, too.