The purpose of this blog is to have a dumping place for the dump trucks of my soul to share with the landfill of the world. Um, never mind. That’s just wrong. I need to work on my metaphors.
The Outlandish Artist is my constant state of mind. I've always been into art, music, and scifi, but my inner soul is tormented by the angst of eternal conflict as the cyber-lemmings inside my brain jump off the precipice because some idiot told them that there was free pizza at the bottom. I think. Or maybe I just dreamed that part. In this fortress of solitude, or rather this open undefended Colosseum the gladiators of my mind go to work hacking together my weird ideas and hope something decent comes out, which is unlikely. And for those that wonder, no I’ve never been on drugs (except by prescription) and I’m just naturally very weird.
So join me on a journey through time and space, into the outer reaches of the vast unknown. And maybe, just maybe we can find something interesting - like a really good pizza place. Better yet, a good pizza DELIVERY place would be good, because those cyber-brain lemmings got to eat and they hate going out. Maybe they're shy, or maybe it's just a peeve, or maybe I just have an overactive imagination. Yet, I'm pretty sure I still want pizza - and wings; we mustn't forget the wings.
