I started this year out not knowing what I was going to do or write about. I just had a theme in mind.

To be honest and to service my bit of humor and lyrical impassioned poetical tongue to a would be travelor on the roads of the interwebs.

Truth is what I deal in. Blunt force of will truth to say what I say and stand on it and also to find a bit of humor to share with you (the reader) of leisure and every day habit, the joy I find in my mother tongue.

The joy of the song bird language.

What you are witnessing is my metamorphosis ongoing. This year were the first steps to it. Next year?

Well?!

I finally figured out how to do the fucking podcast shit on my phone. Fucking hell! Some times I annoy myself by how fucking slow it takes me to pick up on certain shit. But, I have picked it up. I just need a theme for my podcast. Honest to blood, bone and truth to my Bardic soul I just want to keep doing what I’m doing at random spilling my soul and perceptive of the modern day times that have gone to the fucking doggs.

But. I need to tell a tale. I feel it now it pulls me to me to that place of my imagining. That place of Cybernetic watching eyes. Heavy Metal music blaring in a flying crusier’s on board radio as a blond hair Samaria light sword carrying solo is on a mission of vengeance racing down the sky ways to meet his destiny in the tower of blood.

hmm. Cyberpunk dreams are calling to me. Whispering of what could be a fun time. Cyberpunk dreams will be the name of my podcast to be.

warm regards

Guardiandogg