I have a bad case of writer's block. Constipation of the brain. I push and strain and nothing comes out, so I relax and try to just let it happen and still nothing.I know there are plenty of stories to be written and pain to be parlayed from the last moth alone but I can't seem to find them. Maybe they are just still too close.

Here we go again!

This is for me. Thoughts, words, sillines, videos, you name it. This is for you and for us. So, let's go!