I have become a caricature of myself. I think the time in my life that was well-served by dA has passed, and I think I won't be back for a while.
A man walks down the street, he says,
Why am I soft in the middle, now
Why am I soft in the middle, the
rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away, my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me!
You know, I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my body guard,
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty,
And Betty when you call me,
You can call me Al
[Update:] I am able to be tracked at Facebook and Twitter.