A new beginning?

Well. I have had enough. Blogging? What is it? I have had a lot of fail attempts at it. I tried and tried, but the idea of writing something and using all the features to its maximum, along with my handful of inertia, has not really imploded in my mind. I guess people do it as a hobby or to kill time or to say something that they have the right to or I do not know. Suicide?

What am I doing here? Killing time? Saying something i want to say? SUICIDE?

The answer lies in a deep deep massless nano space in my highly intelligent mind, which is locked by an invisible key. Its locked and can not be accessed unless a deep investigation has been done to decipher it. I am not joking. I am very contemplative.

If you start a blog, there is suppose to be a purpose. The purpose helps you focus your thoughts in one direction. Without focus, a sacred bond will be lost, leaving the reader with a feeling that either you or they are high on drugs. So what should my purpose be? Should I write about what happened yesterday? My dreams? My wishlist? I did deep and exuberant soul searching, by reading The Lost Symbol by Dan Brown. It opened my eyes in matters of all kind of issues that lie like a Jenga piece with no more moves on it. It showed me there is more than meet the eyes and sometimes the answer is right in front you. I don't know if you have noticed I wrote 3 paragraphs already. A quite lengthy entry i must say. Can this be an entry? I sure looks like one. What about the purpose?

Well it is yet to be developed. Today, its just about writing until sunset. So, with out further a due, my debut ORIGINAL work of masterpiece:

Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, FIGARO! Well as you can see its quarter after one, I am a little drunk and I need you now. The California girls have nothing on you, because I love the way you lie. You lied! I am only gonna break break your break break your heart and I will be solo, ridin solo, so please stop telephoning me, go back to you Alejandro. This time baby, I will be bulletproof and a rude boy. When I get older I will be stronger, they call me freedom just like a wavin’ flag. Can this freedom let me pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars because I could really use a wish right now. I wanna be a billionaire so freakin bad, but I also wanna be forever young. Hard decision. WAKA WAKA!

Wow. That took a few minutes to write. Anyways. What do you think? Please write you comments in the comment section below 'points down' (pretending its a VLOG!)

Try to guess how many songs there are in the excerpt. Well if you didn't recognize any of the songs, then you are either a dead ghost using the internet of the person you are haunting or you are an alien. Still, all these songs are great with good meaning (like anyone cares). I am not a techno. But wouldn't it be cool if actual recording of these songs being mashed up and uploaded on Youtube!

Should I be back? Well. I am sober now (i think). Peace In.