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Sorry for my tardiness but I have been swamped with so many things.
I tried to get ItisI to answer my comments to but she refused.
I said she could even use her goat fetish in each comment but she still said no.
Go figure, you give someone the keys to the Caddy and they say no.

The main thing is my aunt’s health, which has been deteriorating and that is affecting the mood of the whole family but I won’t get into that now there is enough gloom and doom in the world for me to add more on these pages any more than the back of my template does.

Speaking of my template, sometime in the near future I am going to have to do some changes to mine.
I don’t really have to but I am still on an old Blogger template even though I am in new Blogger but I loose some of the advantages that some of you who have switched over enjoy.
The reason I haven’t yet is because most of this template is custom made that took me three years to adjust it to what it is today and I don’t know if I can or really want to spend another three years trying to figure out the new HTML to make it look the same as it does now under the New Blogger.

Last year someone asked my why I don’t change it completely and give it a new fresh look.
I thought about it for a while and then came to a conclusion, no.
This is how all of you know me.

I sit back and look at my blog page and I don’t see anything on it that I haven’t touched, moved resized or just plain deleted.
Well then I wouldn’t see it any more but even that is it’s own mark.

Over the years I read a stack of books on HTML and learned to do almost anything I want with it.
Every element I added took me sometimes weeks to find and perfect to what pleased me because it’s all about me isn’t it.
This blog is about me, written by me, for me.
I just happen to be lucky and have an audience that comes and visits.

I bet many of you who first came here believed that I am some kind of a sci-fi nut by the look of my template and in some ways you’d be right because I am a big fan of science fiction but the elements on this blog aren’t a tribute to Star Wars or Star Trek but a small reflection of my sanctuary.

I’ve always lived in the dark, shadows, nighttime, it’s the safest place to be and the most peaceful.
It’s not like I don’t associate with people because I do but when I do it’s usually in a dark place like a bar or tavern, jail cell.

The night sky has always been a friend ever since I was a kid, my surrogate womb.
I would sit across the street until midnight at park with my friends and listen to the night sky.
It was quiet, calming, not as noisy.

I’ve looked at a lot of sky in my life from a lot of different places around the world trying to find a little escape from reality and the truth.
That’s where all the answers are, in those dark places in the sky and the stars, the stars are the dreams I’ve had and those I will have.

The moon, the moon is the most important piece of the night sky.
The stars entice you with their brilliance and constant winking but it’s too hard to reach for the stars, but the moon, the moon is big and beautiful to and much closer to reach if I reach out for it.
The dog is how I feel like most times trying to keep up with the world.

Lost here and beyond

The best part of being lost, is what you find on the other side of the mountain or around the corner across oceans and it will never stop because as long as there’s a tomorrow there will always be mountains to climb and bridges to use to get lost into the beyond.

So as you see, changing the way my blog looks would be like asking me to change myself.
I can’t do that.
Trust me I have been trying to loose twenty fucken pounds for a year now and you’d think I could do that but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
I thought about liposuction but then I saw them doing it to someone on TV.
Let me put it to you this way.
I don’t care for little tiny needles so why the FUCK would I pay some geeky looking doctor holding a two foot long hollow spear with a vacuum attached to it repeatedly stab me in the belly.

You know, I’m 30 pounds over weight and I don’t care and it’s not stopping me from getting laid that’s for sure.
I may break another bed though.
In the summer time my bed’s a pain in the ass when I have someone over.
They can’t figure out why they have to wear the bicycle helmet in bed when they want to get on top.
I’d tell them but I don’t want to scare them by telling them the ceiling fan is to low.
It would just mess up the whole mood besides when they get the right rhythm going they bop in and out of the blades without much of a problem other than a knick here or there.
It’s rare that someone gets whacked upside the head.
That would be one hell of a post though HA HA HA

At any rate if I get the time and the will, I might take a stab of recreating this blog under the new system.
I could ask ItisI but I might find my profile picture changed to that of a Goat.

Have a nice day

Walker