_{@NoNamesLeftToUse The Writer/Artist Himself here again and}

I'm supposed to be writing jokes!

When I try to think, all I get is:

________________

^{Fill in the blank.}

Come on brain, work with me here, dammit!

Something. Anything!

^{Spit it out!}
 

I have deadlines to meet, people to greet, sore feet, an irregular heartbeat, a stupid rap tweet that'll have to take the backseat and remain incomplete because I can't take the heat even though it sounds neat!

That doesn't mean that I know what I'm talking about though. My brain's taking a blow, I might mess up this flow, I feel kind of slow, I got a brother named Joe, I just heard a crow and I feel kind of low but that does not matter, I know!

This headache is killing me. I didn't drink for this, you see. I just woke up feeling shitty, hey there's Chef Boyardee! He makes macaroni, that's fuel for an academic degree but I was an absentee and I blame it on my A.D.D. baby!

Sail!

^{duh duh duh duh duh duh dun dun dun dah dah!}

In other news. I got nothing to lose, I ain't singing the blues, I'm not looking for clues and I don't have tattoos though I could use new shoes but they won't be KangaRoos because pardon my views, those are much like dog chews and I don't like to spend money on bloody refuse!

Entertainment's my game. I don't do it for fame, that's why you don't know my name, those folks all act the same, you might think I'm insane but I do have a brain, I don't like to complain because I feel that's just lame and there's nothing to gain by being the one to blame when the shit hits the fan because of all this disdain!

Not jealous of those fellas who buy votes to tell us their next greatest plan isn't just overzealous for a change but I rage at that damn trending page when they act like they got to thee biggest stage based on how the rest of us actually gauge awesome work in this blogging for crypto age!

That was pretty cool and I'd take them to school but they don't allow drool only thee sharpest tool in the shed gets to rule not your typical ghoul who just acts like a mule swimming in the big pool of this new crowning jewel of the internet, fool!

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I have no clue why I just did that.

^{Oh well...}

I've been sitting here with some messed up form of writers block, or something, so I just started hitting keys. Aside from obvious typos, I'm leaving that entire mess as is.

I'm not a poet, so I'm not calling that poetry because I'll just end up pissing off another group of artists again.

I won't call it rap because for one; I probably sound like one of those early 90's white dudes on a used car dealership television commercial. Crazy Larry, or some shit. Secondly, if a real rapper like Eminem came along and challenged me to a freestyle rap battle thing, I'd get served, or whatever the kids say these days. I'd have my ass handed to me on a platter of melted down steel coins that used to have the Bitcoin logo on them until someone finally realized they got ripped off. I don't want Eminem to do that do me. I just want to be bros from different area codes.

I've Been Busy

^{Some behind the scenes action.}

I rarely show people my work before it's finished. Today, I'll pull back the curtains on this project I've been attempting to complete for a long time.

Of course, the finished product will be much larger. You all know I don't skimp on quality. Some parts you see are still simple placement holders. I'd say it's close to being half finished.

Then there's this evil bastard.

That guy has been sitting in my WIP folder since May of 2017, unfinished. There's that, the one above and another one I gave up on, inside that folder. In other words, I have a habit of finishing what I start.

Hey Everyone!

^{I've been having a lot of fun lately.}

I have to take a moment to say thank you.

Not that cheesy thank you for your votes, resteems, follows kind of spam thank you either.

How can I say thank you so you know I mean it? I'm not much of a hugger and baseball butt slaps in this day and age will only put me in prison or worse; trending news on Facebook.

My life is changing. From rock bottom to where I'm at. So fast. I know what I did. I know what I do.

Do you know what you did? Do you know what you're doing?

You all straight up gave a broken man a second chance at life.

Where I was before I signed on here, was dark. I needed this but when I signed up I had no idea what was in store or even what this was. I didn't know I'd be fixing something.

I'll tell you this right now with no regrets. They say, "The funniest people are often the saddest people."

It's true. Google that quote someday and you'll see a long list of people who all have something in common.

The pain is gone now. I don't call it suffering from depression anymore because I'm not looking for an excuse to feel shitty.

I just ride the waves and if I didn't have this release, I'd be drowning in bad memories again. I see the shoreline. I stay focused, I want to get there just so I can paddle back out and do it all over again. It's fun. I like fun.

I hear your words when I go to sleep at night. The compliments, the jokes, the joy. I wake up, I check my messages. There's more! That's some damn good coffee...

My life has a purpose now. The alarm clocks weren't doing it for me.

Yes, I see that fat stack in the wallet too and yes, that's going to change my life as well, eventually, when I'm ready. I have to be careful with that because I can be miserable with a lot of money too. Been there before. Don't want to go there again. Peace of mind comes first, then I'll start loving the good life with the prize on the side and maybe a nice ride.

So to all of you. From the Nedster himself to that little minnow who just signed up today and everyone in between who helped pave my way...

Thank You.^{And I mean that!}

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