I’m pretty damn sure, right now in the whence and where, that I have a plethora of amazing insights to share.  (Perhaps?)   Or even a  shit (shitload) to divvy up if insights are too refined for your world outlook.  Problem is that I have practically no time, no presence to be at all, no temporally-reserved singularly devotable instance of cavalcading impregnable rhyme to  fit into preformed slots of online existence, or even to nfp. (yes, I just made ‘nfp’ an intransitive  verb—oh fuck, what does ‘intransitive’ imply anyway?)—if you know what I mean.  .  Anyway, if you have some spare time available and are willing to  shush with me,  I’ve got an  over-ripe blogload  ready to shunt with   you.. 

If only I could write, and love, and disappear into the Blogosphere. But then…what of flesh and sustenance?