asianavenue pages are shit piles

they violate every rule of web design ever
— frames — gay little animated graphics all over the place — cramming a huge amount of information in as little a space as possible — among other common sense bullshitteries

not to mention pages upon pages full of pictures of dipshit entertainers — what good is that going to do?
look, i have rows and rows of pictures of puff daddy and biggie and mase and eminem (oh and let’s not forget the megagantic image of tupac) staring at me under the banner of SwT_AzN_MoRon_99273501 — who thinks she’s a hip hop head but has probably never heard of mobb deep

and none of them
not one of them
can spell in proper english and has to type like an anal retentive from grade four

l00k, Me KuHn Taaa-EEp LaK UH BuMMMMMMM

hell i know FOBs right off the boat, two days fresh, who can type better than the whole lot

the only thing that impresses me about AA is the fact that a whole bunch of dumbasses got together and figured out how to disable right click
well done

i haven’t rambled in a long time
no rant
just useless banter

i’m bogged down with too many ideas and no place to direct them

or places to direct them, but no ideas

no muse — no inspiration
lost it

can’t find it

i had ideas
i had designs
i had words
i had pics

i dunno where they are now

you see the thing on top, up there, that’s something i haven’t done in a long time

what is it?
what is it called?

i dunno

it’s just something i do

some pages in my agenda and notes are full of it

crossing, hatched lines

it’s a release

confusion
anxiety
fear
excitement
happiness
anger
sadness

the tone of the lines never changes
it doesn’t become rougher or smoother

but it can oddly enough express all that
and more

and yet to others it would represent nothing

they’re lines

it’s abstract

i wouldn’t call it art — not in that sense

it’s stuff
shtuff