I'm having one of those days where it is hard to tell shit from shine-o-la again. It just seems like nobody shares my idea of funny any more.
I'm not funny I'm scary, I just frown and don't laugh
Like Ozzy my mind ain't quite right,

There is a whole metal industry based on war and hate
Yet crazy love just ain't happening for me at my age now.

Not that it hasn't ever happened
But not since I started writing sci fi poetry
Have I been in love!

And now Star Trek characters visit me in my sleep.
The prime directive is changing
Things may be looking up for me and my litmus test for humanity
Promise me you'll never try to sing this
In a love song.

Look at me I'm a fleet of superman
we listen to dizzy Gillespie and spew supersonic
Non sense about fiction
About science fiction and we sometimes can't spell
We are superman and in the dark
we can't type-real-well.

With that I am removing a video and thinking about removing the ads. I think the ads affect me subconsciously. It would be interesting to study blogs that are monetized versus blogs that have no ads. But I will leave that to some one else.