Well..

here is an outlet. i never imagined a life full of nothing but play could be so undermined by an html doc. somehow this shitty typeface feels more natural than my handwriting. somehow this shitty blog feels more expressive than graffiti. (not true) so what is this? what got me here? fuck. i dont want to fill every wall in this fuckin city with any name i can write on a whim, nor with phrases expressing my discontent. im not to be disillusioned by that proactive demeanor. nor do i want to make post after post on facebook about some show or event or band or artist or important date. fuck organizing. this isnt my forte, and im wasting my life and resources doing it. who have i affected? what shit-storm accredits me and mine? probably a few. but where do i see benefactors? is the world less sexist because of third-wave feminism? is davis street more anti-authoritarian because of some ill-conceived police tags? i think im just being apathetic. but here's to unreferenced, uneducated, mistargeted, misleading, unorganized, ill-concieved, irrational rage.