I have been neurotically rearranging things in the blog in the hope that having my websites in the reader, under however dubious and embarrassing circumstances, will send me some traffic. If I gain some readers through this, well, that's good, too, eh.... I'll need some big numbers when I start the cult, you know... Well, no you don't yet... Forget this--and while you are at it, cut off all contact with family and friends and talk only to your animals--use the native American method of starving yourself long enough and they will talk back. It's all too true, too true...
Just so you know, I can't even stand the commercials for that shit for brains show FEAR FACTOR and would never use anything in that genre, or anything sexy that didn't have a hell of a lot of artistic merit (which, you know, with my general lack of artistic merit, is very rare.
THIS LAST LINK IS A NEW ONE I AM JUST GETTING STARTED, but since I have ten minutes to wash the grime off my body and try to catch a train downtown to meet M. (to avoid the beatings as much as I can, of course)....You will have to trust me that it will get better and bigger. I am taking my camera downtown for some skyscraper shots too.
ALL WRITING IN HERE IS THE PROPERTY OF JOHN SCOTT RIDGWAY, AND YOU CAN GET MY PERMISSION TO PERFORM AND REPRINT WITH AN EMAIL. Steal from me and you will be cursed in such a way that your hands turn into worthless, jelly fish like appendages that sting your intimates.