It is currently 6:51 in the early morning.  I have yet to sleep. I must also be at work at 11, which is approximately only four hours away.  I doubt that sleep will indeed occur at all tonight.  I am updating this right now because I can't think of anything else to do and I would also like to stop The Bitching. 

I wrote me a thingy last night, and I post it here not because I seek the crude ejaculations you mongoloids call "thoughts," but so I will have a digital copy in case someone who does not know what they are doing once more crashes this computer.  When have you have finished reading, you may go back to soiling yourselves.

High school is completed.

The search for gainful employment begins.

Damn you school.  Why won't you end?

To commemorate the one month and three day anniversary of my last update, I submit for your perusal a poem to be used in the developing story below.

I wish that I could never see these waves
That lap my sandy feet, and never see
This cloudless sky that hangs close by my head.
The sun above the cloudless sky is hot
And far away.  The earth beneath my feet
Is strong, but slowly washing out to sea.
With sky and sea both tugging me from ground,
I know that I must leave this beach behind
And walk between the clashing blue forevers.
The seething sea recedes from me, and stills;
The silent sky withdraws and sighs a Word.
Above the sea, below the sky, I walk
From clinging sand to stare into the sun.

I haven't been updating lately, and for no good real reason.  So to continue my series of updates without telling you anything about my actual life, I submit the following, a segment of writing I've been working on, part of a larger whole which mostly still remains to be written.  It's all still percolating about in my mind, mainly, and it is difficult to get what I want down on paper.  Anyway, this takes place in a dream that the protagonist has.

For forty denarii I am hung on a cross like a murderer, while soldiers dance and gamble for my clothes.  Why has he money while I must die?  Where does he dine while I hang here and hunger?  Along the road there’s people coming; someone else to kill today.  Did he steal soup from a rich man’s table? Did he cry mercy when Caesar seized, when Caesar sentenced, when Caesar called him thief and murderer and had him condemned to death?  I cried Mercy! when the nails were driven, I begged and screamed and cried and bled for Caesar’s mercy and Caesar’s love.  For forty denarii there are holes in my hands!  For money am I crucified! for thought and deed am I killed!  There were no guards within the house, no windows latched and bolted closed the purse lying on the table no one in sight at night and only myself and no work or bread!  I am a rational man, but I starve! I starve!  If I did not steal I would have died, and now I die because I steal, while others starve and steal and die when Caesar singles out their lives!  Oh yes it is a terrible thing to die from hunger I deny hunger and being hungry I have no need for food!  He died because he had to die there was no other way to help there was great Passion in his death and I loved him as I killed him and he loved me as he died.

Oh, these nails are dripping in I drip out slowly, slowly into the mud.  You killed him and I killed me have I killed you?  We are both of the same tree.

It will go on from there, but this probably only confused you.  As I write more, I'll post that too, and I'll edit this post to reflect any progress I make in this particular scene.