a stated purpose, amid purposelessness

we'll see what happens. this could well sink into the unchanneled depths of black hole cyberspace, (a place most certainly time-bending indeed), but, with hope, i will be more intentional about being intentional; putting thoughts to words...life, you know. You do know.  i think there's value in it. 

i need to ask a favor; i need permission to fool around, to develop a "writing style" as it were, and i need your permission both for experimentation and to keep my pride in check. so many of these modern writers are nihilistic bastards with self-inflated egos. i dont want to become that. will you help me? sometimes it means writing simply, or even bad. 

i appreciate it. let's go somewhere. i wanna hear about your life too.