Back around a decade ago I had clearer ideas of what I wanted online, and why I was blogging. I stated my primary goals definitively...
"I want to be worshiped like an angry black man with a huge penis"
But after that, doubts started to creep in and I lost sight of my goals...
"Is
it worthwhile for me to write stuff? I am uncertain as to whether I can
write any entertaining shit anymore, as at this point I am something of a
boring old fart with little sense of humour or wit whose writing is so
crap a previous version of me would have used it as inspiration as to
how not to write"
I
still want to change aspects of the world that are bollocks, by helping
to expose these things, thereby shifting the tides of perception. We
are all only small cogs in a huge machine, but we can still make an
annoying high pitched noise that makes the machine sound totally fucked.
