Goodbye, FAB

Why do we do the things we do? We're forced, we're encouraged, or we're inspired. This Blog comes from inspiration. I read others ramblings. Most have been like finding a wallflower's journal in the hall of your high school and reading some really bad poetry. Wistful longings or dreams of death. Typically written by some Goth girl in a size 18 black mini-skirt dreaming of moving out to . . . WELL FUCK YOU, SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE! Just somewhere more special than . . . here. And some times the blog turns out, interesting. The cover of the notebook has a picture of a kitten dangling with the caption "Hang In There, Baby!" Like just out of camera range there's a pack of slobbering Yorkies just waiting to tear the kitten into pieces. But inside the cover you find high school angst wrapped up inside a poem about masterbation where the writer envisions the dildo is a dagger and with each thrust she is murdering her virginity. And when you're done reading you're sporting a massive woody in the middle of Geometry.

That was how it was when I discovered FAB (www.fatasianbaby.com). Not that she wrote graphic poetry about self-abuse, but that her anonimity allowed her to be honest. To explore the word and share, but on her terms. FAB inspired me. So I cannot promise a daily feed, but the view from here can be . . . slippery. So keep your arms and legs inside the ride at all times . . . and have fun!

Goodbye FAB, thanks for the inspiration.

MOF