Gripped in the Talmud of a tonality, a sweeping experience of true dissonance:  my musical journey.

Homophobic erotica depicting masturbation that is flaccid, frustrating and painful may be an emotional journey of letting go of guilt through association.

Tirade of emblems that presuppose design on all things made of god.

Or passionate rants about bobulous babes of the opposite sex (same sex, or no sex).

These canon like entries into my journal (or diary) are not meant to see the light of public consumption.

The truth is personal, specific to one’s own knowledge, stylized in their voice (using 1st person on many occasions).

But a journal may be on any and all topics that thwart or endear the masses.

Yet, not all reader or writer, neither or both hast gazed upon thine navel to propagate prose in this vein or humors.

Tsk-tsk, on one’s neighbour’s folly, thyself, and all…than roam upon this inhabited planet floating in the milky way.

Go now, and write upon the hill, your classic dialogue that speaks to one, no one or many!