A Place of Stuff is a Website where Random Reigns Supreme, Absurdity is Sublime, and Don't Hold me to any of These.

A long long time ago I fell in love with the idea that I controlled my own destiny. That as I type these words I am in mastery of them, through my fingers, through my brain, through my consciousness. And I slowly began to wonder if I was merely following the path that my neurons had carved for me, of if I should stop worrying about any of that crap and get a job.

So I drink drank drunk a milkshake and realized I needed to go jogging. Or stop drinking milkshakes. Or do cocaine. Hmmm.

And then I made this website. So. There it is. Fuck off. Stop asking me about that dry night in Arizona when the wind stood still and I was allegedly peeing on a living national legend. Seriously, charges dropped.

Update: I'm beginning to suspect this website is really more about posting writing and pictures that are oblique to what I do in the out-of-interweb world. The pictures on this website were free with Weebly and get credit at the bottom of the page, but they will probably slowly become (became) mine. I take a picture and try not to think too hard. Maybe this will be boring, perhaps brilliant, probably some obscene love child of the two. This website has content inappropriate for kids. So parents, do your job and don't be a whiny cat's tit. And welcome to: A Place of Stuff.





(But, seriously, how the hell did you wind up here?)