Redemption Revisited

Ah-HAH! Wayne has bought himself a house. Never mind that, he's bought himself a nice big shop! Yes, and that means ART! And that means WELDING and WOOD WORKING! And that all means...

ANOTHER SHOT AT REDEMPTION!

I am not sure how to explain the connection I feel exists between the two... perhaps it is that I feel my one great satisfaction with myself comes of the expression of my soul-ism through the working of steel and wood. Art becomes me. I hope.

No, I don't hope, I KNOW this to be true. Art becomes me. And so I must become art.

Oh, now doesn't that just sound clever as all hell!

Hmm... I hope I can get started on the redeeming pretty quick, because there is plenty of feeling like shit about myself going on. Yeah, when I don't know how else to feel, I can always feel like shit about myself. Call it my comfort zone.

No, I don't mind talking to you about it, because I know you don't give a shit. Or, and this being more significant... I know you are NOT THERE!

And I can't TYPE WORTH SHIT TONIGHT so to hell with it all.