Just a Dog Chasing his Tail

Do I write because I can't argue? I'm just talking to an audience of one. The ultimate debate, party of one. How much can one bitch have in her head. You’d She’d be surprised. Yet here I am. Still bloggings. With no light at the end of the tunnel. With no particular goal. Maybe that's the sign of passion. I wouldn't consider writing passionate. Making-Out for the first two weeks of a relationship is passionate. Boxing is passionate. Killing is passionate. Writing is plucking chin hairs. Most of the time you're just looking for the cheeky little bastard. And I mean a lot of time just pursuing. Then you find something interesting.