Best Place to Write

I've been thinking where the best place to write down journals or blogs should be? I have blogs in the past, but usually, they're somewhat too uninspired and somewhat awkward for me to be reading them again that I end up removing everything. One thing that came to my mind is to write personal stuff on paper and then write the things I would like to share on the internet.

I think its a good idea...

Common idea.

It's weird and funny but my hand doesn't seem intimate enough typing a bunch of keys comparing to writing with my hand clenched on a pen or pencil. I think a paper and pen is still the best word processor. I don't know. It doesn't have the privilege of letting me know the bunch of errors I just jotted but who cares...

Another strange day spent on nothing. Even in the company of my peers loneliness seems to be following me everywhere. I think I developed some sort of empty boisterous laughter - dead and cold like steel and it almost doesn't mean a thing except for it's existence. I have been made fun, ridiculed and mocked of for as long as I can remember, it doesn't really matter now. I can't be bothered by men and their foolish verbose. Life is too important to be indulged in too much stupidity, nature takes course so it can learn something, why can't a man's brain do well like nature? Let's just leave all the comedy to comedians, at least they're really good at it.

Most people take junk.

Talking about junk, I've also been noticing in an "ultra-perception" that no men - usually at my age - are bothered; what I'm trying to mean is the filth on the streets, I'm not just talking about the trash or the dog shit that nobody cares - I'm talking about the ultimate garbage: human garbage, the living feces. You probably meet them day by day but they usually come out at night. I think they failed as human being, I do believe so. I don't think they believe in the final moments of death - it is the worst part in dying those final moments. You can actually feel it if you think hard enough. But everybody doesn't think anymore, they just take it in what is shoved into them and put a silly smile in their faces.

Anyway...

I'm glad the rain has come...

The sound of thunder has been courting my ears like a sweet serenade...

"Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk."

Saddest Thing I've Seen

Wow, I just saw the saddest sci-fi show last night that I had to write it down here. Talk about an alien from outer space mistaken as being hostile.

I have to find that show somewhere, if I can figure out what it is. Hopefully, put it here via video stream for everyone to see.

Must look...