A Blog Called Nowhere

Well after 3 varied autoerotic experiments today, I've decided that either (a) I have to much time on my hands (b) I have something else on my hands or (c) Saturdays are great even for the underemployed! There is not much to report because I have not left the tenement all that much, saving every ounce of energy in the good cause of those dedicated to that crazy paradox called dance at the Triskelion auction, then to a late night catwalk in Queens. Prompt reports to follow on tomorrow's blahgcast if I can keep this up. As my career advisor on the Reeperbahn told me, keep milking the chocolate glug!