Brain Vomit, Someone Hold My Brainstem Back Whilst I Punish The Porcelain Shine Of This Page.

Whoo! So we all got assigned this keeping with your own writing/blogging journal page and i figured why not just bust it out as an aside to my other posts?
Then you say: "Why not Riley? That sounds like and efficient idea of the highest order."
Then I say: "Why of course it is, friend who writes exactly like me and knows how to log into my blog!"
Then you say: "I just thought you were meta-prosaical, why would you treat me (your internal dialogue) like a newcomer in your writing world?"
Then I say: "Shut the fuck up and run for your life! This is my blog, I will murder any trespasser with cavalier relish! Also, 'meta-prosaical' is a made up word! Perish for your arrogance"-Katana Slice, another would be benign voice is wiped from the cosmos like so much waste from a galactic baby's ass. Gnarly.

So I completed some writing today and yesterday for my writing group, The Drinklings, and was swept up by my own self-indulgent genius. One page became five and I feel a lot better. Writing for this and other free-range projects keeps me loose and provides a peaceful catharsis in lieu of the academic truncheon. That's about it, more to come, you wayward philological bandits. THE END!