I have no idea how my limited attention span will fare with this so it will be interesting to see who thinks my musings worth effort.
I'm creeping up on 50 and since i don't have a Hummer, Corvette or Harley (at least no Harley yet) what will I do to cope with my mid life crisis? For now ramble on here and see if my musings stir any deep thoughts from my psyche and draw up any dark un-namable creatures spawned in those dark cyclopeon depths that will writhe, scream and shrivel in the sunlight, most likely exploding from the drastic changes in pressure.
It's a dark and bizarre place in my mind so I have no idea what will come tumbling out. Some horde of Lovecraftian horrors or just tedious musings of a middle aged man trying to hold on to his virility.
That is if I even have the motivation to keep up with this.
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