well, there's that little thing, when after about 2 hours or so the project has begun to smolder in the brain, the previously inanimate, now animated by mixed emotions, mostly fiery ones. fiery emotions, then cold ashes. then wet matches (cause it started to rain) then nothing.

i wished i could show you the enraged expressions on the previously friendly puppets. the play has been written, the words were on fire, the laughs were in the bag, the sketches for the scenes should have been scanned into aforementioned computer. now there is a second body of work, behind the unfinished first work and still the people pay me reluctantly to maintain this position, the slow reporter.

slow reporter is syntactically deadly in the world of media and journalism. technically, slow reporting is not allowed. just know the hard road, the long way home made for extremist adventure travel, and wearily the world wise contemplate the work of the fates.

how dare the data slammer enter the sacred temple of the undefiled digit and disturb the pure angelic presence of its perfect glow (in the dark).
how are the execution laws in other more liberal countries coming along? i am quite sure this is a capital offense. in places like spain for instance more decisive actions would have already be completed by effective government agents. or perhaps turkey!

am i really as disturbed as some medical profusionals would have it? please give feedback. am i irrational. are these the last incoherent rants of the wretched refuse from a distant shore. did i just not make it in america. what if i die tomorrow and only leave these problems. Help!

I must complete these projects. already i have risked a certain amount of money to have my computer diagnosed. according to technicians at the locations where i have purchased the machine there is nothing wrong with my machine. what could be wrong? i'm typing some little story that i cannot even be sure to sell to fantasy/fiction genre afficionados. you begin to see?

it is crystal clear to me. please help me. this is a bona fide cry for help, not just something i might come up with to attract attention.

i would never do that to people. trust me i am just not like that. i like to work with people. i have been naive to long. let this be a warning example to you, be naive and the technical problems might never end. so far i still believe. hope for me. hope with me. i am hoping you will be interested enough to join me on this journey to discovery of technical heaven. we will meet soon friend. never give up. i will always be here.