Hannibal Lecter's mother taught him that it was important to always try new things. On that note... this is my first blog.

While I may try to explain my thoughts about issues going on in the world around me in a more organized way than I have attempted in the past, and while I may wish to attempt to live out a bohemian side of my personality through what I express here, it may be inevitable that I will return to many of my longstanding themes and issues: obsession, suicide, addictions/compulsions, psychological analysis or speculation, psychosexual pathology, estrangement from society, loneliness, metamorphosis and self-realization.

Gag. This is becoming ridiculous. I've been trying to create a first entry for a few weeks now, I think. Everything I write seems awkward, like I am trying too hard. Do I actually have something I want to say? A few weeks ago I thought I did. I started making notes, doing a little research for future entries, but remained confounded about how to approach this first entry, which I wanted to be an introductory sort of thing. I have spent hours writing every day, but nothing that seemed to fit the blog format. I put off dealing with it for so long that it made more sense to just abandon the whole idea of a blog. Anyway, I have had enough of the procrastination. Whether I have anything to say or not, stick up the butt or not, I will give this freaking blog thing a try and at least get it out of my system - if nothing else.

Ok then...

Some of my recent creative influences include: the blue-tongue lizard, the Green Fairy, (a night of drinking Bohemian absinth), and James Joyce's Ulysses.

Am I stagnating, or finding myself? For now I continue to wander out loud.