Procrastination

Okay, I am sure by the subject of this entry you can see my predicament. I do have a lot to do.
Honestly.....
A horrible amount. Its terrifying hence sitting here in this stupor.

In the wanderings of my mind I decided that I should restart an online blog. A place to Muse over things etc.
I hope this will restart a little bit of creativity in my writing.
A chance to discover a new authorial voice that I am so desperately searching for. I feel as though I'm grasping at straws when ever I write anything down. It is like a concept which seemed so much better before it was defined.

What new sound is generating from this generation?
What are our beliefs?

There's a pacifier, shoved roughly into my mouth.
We are ants.
What difference can be done?
Winding through
layer upon layer upon layer upon layer of slightly broken ideals.
This shit it's up to my knees!
How can we be free when Ronald; Our childhood friend
tricked us, the money grabbing thief.
No wonder we are so afraid of clowns.

Careful its hot!
No, you don't say!
Although which one of these drones
will complain when its ice cold?

First past the post, make a difference and vote.

So we came out in our hundreds.
Yet his charming smile,
followed right behind a Scripted Baboon.

Now petrol is dear
and it's okay for you beat your wife,
sure cover her up.
We are far too civilised for all THAT.

My elders, the wiser
are you happy you fell for his face?
Remember his pictures with his guitar.
Do you feel cheated?
I do, and I couldn't vote.