the lie was for everyone, but the truth... the truth was just for me.
In all of my internet endeavors, and I have quite a few, the assumption that quality does not go unnoticed has always been my cornerstone philosophy. But philosophy takes time. Through my many online projects, the cartoon series, the sketches, the plays, etc I rarely get an opportunity to write without thinking. Without form, without anything. I find it richly rewarding to pour all my collective consiousness into a piece, and then look upon the quality, the clarity, with pride and respect. I also find it intimidating to focus so much attention on something that it becomes less intimate, and removes it from that comfortable burrow in the back of my brain.
The anonymity of the internet is comforting.Joseph met a girl at the bar last night, he meets a girl every night. But this girl, she was crazy, I mean, Joseph really liked her. So he was talking to her, and, for whatever reason, he made it important. Courage-under-fire was never Joseph's strong point. And she's never gonna go home with Joe again... a million girls will go home with Joe, but when he made it important, he lost the Aphrodite he'll never have again.
