Re-posting the musings of my erstwhile scribe of the Maryland regions. There is a hollowness to the sound of the 2017 new-year ring. If John Oliver detonated the shitstorm of 2016 – as it deservedly should have been; exploded with appropriate disgust, and it’s good thing technology hasn’t yet come up with a way to delight our senses of smell and taste, because the filmic combustion of 2016 in 3D with all sensory features working, would render any thinking human being into a state of such despair and depression, as to possibly shut down authentic creative output for a period of… oh, maybe an eon, or so.
I know that my reservoir of creative bon homie is being strained to it’s snapping point at the moment, which is why I’m grateful for fellow bloggers who can quantify how I am feeling in better, cleaner terms and with kinder sentence structure. Reading hers below, is far easier on the eye than to read my own, which began and ended with, “Eat shit and die, 2016.” HiltonHeadBlogAngel
Happy New Year!
I am tired of being a free floating signifier Referencing nothing but myself- We create an echo chamber where we hear nothing but ourselves And immortality etched in black and white Print Except th…
Source: Nihilism on New Years Eve