Fast Times.

Well I often keep people in the dark about my general writing habits, but lately a lot of my time has gone into some unspoken spoken-word , some freestyle e-mails with or without editing, some 6 minute spit and write whatever i can think of real quick or seven day wait and gestate and deliberate and decided on what exactly it is I should write all the while writing the occasional surmise of all that I was thinking about before i decided to write something that took way too much time. This is the former, the unedited quickly written likely within the 6 minute window, that explains something of the upcoming stuff that I'll be stuffing into these entries, which is essentially of lot rhyming and rapping, possibly instagram-ing and eventually i will potentially return to the convention of regularly posting all different kinds of things. 

@zacshavrick

Slow times.

I'm doing a very poor job updating this blog.

It'll come around. You'll see.

so for now I'll write a poem about my lack of blogging

Ode to blogspot.

Treacherous typing or fear of the void
a blank page is nothing
if not what we avoid
and you might call it lethargy
hell I call it that myself
but a blog is a bottle
which I can retrieve from my shelf
though it rings of justification
and maybe thats so
but blogging's like business
and the winter it's slow.

end.