A Ragged Manifesto

As claimed in the above header, this is a sketchy endeavor meaning to replace one that was intended to be undertaken from the safety of a group. A group with specific interests, writers most, avid complainers all. As a part of that group I would be those things, those would be our goals, a manifesto was written to underline and direct our combined talents. Alone I will be forced to pursue different tenants, different goals, but still strive to have a visceral heart to the effort. An underlying goal, that will force the wet, sticky blood through the veins of my efforts long after the will has faded from my failing cerebrum. I will take my life, and breathe life into this new thing, which will go on to infect others.

I'm getting ahead of myself, if nothing else a Manifesto must have an attempt at formatting, so I begin.

The Tobloggan Manifesto

I hold no illusions to the possible successes of this project, it will be embarked upon, perhaps updated twice, then forgotten until one dark day when nothing else holds any appeal, at which time it is most likely that all information will be wiped and I will start it anew, for I do find such displeasure in the recommencement of a failed project. It strikes me that this last statement does not apply to many of my relationships, but we will get to that later.

For the length of its existence Tobloggan will strive to usurp and supplant the blogs of the other members of a particular facebook group. It will have little to no success at this, for the readership of any of these projects will consist primarily of those already involved and named. In addition topics of moral and cultural merit will be pursued, as well as the ultimate questions of existance and the search for the perfect fart joke. Things will be broken, people will be dissapointed, my mode changes not.

Stories will be told, stories that may seem to have a moral, but indeed they will serve simply to attempt to preserve them before they are supplanted in my mind by newer, more mundane experiences. Attempts at humor will be made, they will fail often, but perhaps succeed occasionally. I will refrain from explaining jokes, or explaining that there indeed was a joke that was missed by those who were not present in my life at a specific place or time. These jokes will be left, like little joy nuggets, for the one who is destined to fine enjoyment in them to find and... enjoy.

For the sake of not embarassing myself this collection of works will not be shared to those I place myself in competition with for a certain, unknown period of time. This will be to avoid any possible embarassment or sense of duty to continue if the puddle of inspiration runs dry before anything of consequence is said. This admission will be left for any to find however, for any that would know me or know of me must, at an early stage, learn of my self-depricating way of viewing myself and the world, and my fierce love for comma's (but my ignorance as to the proper use of a semi-colon).

Fin