iDLg v.6

ourselves becomes the question of whom this represents; our emotional discharges via the internet; or [like a split screen film] my little brother thinks of me as 'strong' cause after all is said and done, he notices that i've kept myself generaly comfortable, clean, warm and dry, entertained and traveled in spite of set backs, depressions, dismissals, delays, denials, dissolutions and deaths..whereas these terrible things have sidetracked, damaged, and drained, distracted and almost destoryed my little bother whom hasn't been able to quite keep himself generaly comfortable, clean, warm and dry................ yeah these are difficult times for us and though we might have friendship, love and some music and some art interest we still cry about what we don't have, want need.. cryptic vauge and unwilling to admit characteristics of moden men, i guess, all in all children, cars, clothes, houses and status some'tings to distinquish our'selves from the heard, of every'day life and struggles; whereas my interest with foods comes and goes these days, depending on when and how much exercise i give to my body my emotions; like i was'nt really re-visiting but i must have been looking to have found; he sort'a inspires this post today, why? don't know, other than him being on tribe and me finding him seem'd to be a full circle for me, given how long i myself am on tribe..or flickr or podcast or any other of these vast internet windows of persona... speaking of which, i stumbled on to illustration friday while in another place. I think they will serve to enhance some of my creative process; i would have shared it wit little brother but he's still to distracted to look at these kinds of projects; bloods from outer space strike more of a resonance wit me than most these parts.. like Essomba who flatters me, and i belive him or lilly who encourages me, in spite of her own personal "..impartial memories cause feeling right now is too difficult, too much of a burden.." we all catch up wit oursleves in so many ways and incidents___sooner or later; this internet no different than random street corners and bi ways.. right now, i'm not confident that i've looked honestly at myself as a result to this stumble, fall back? internet roaming seems right..others digital forays free me from tunnel vision.. exposure is essential in my life, cold case kind'a ting, i don't think so; just flip'n around, the guys like Frank that open my ideas to ideas to ideas.. of that, i'm bound to fall back into where i once was, even with guys..