Shouting into the Noise

How many bloggers are there? How many words from nobodies are sitting out there in void? Good question, and thank God for the anonymity...because I'm about to fess up to stuff I've only delved into in my novels. Novels, which I might add, I've never tried to publish. What do you do with self expose nonsense that amounts to the verbal equivalent a man in a trench coat with nothing underneath: flasher.

Wait for it, my no-one-listening featureless face which gives me the courage to speak, there will be more. It will be my dirt, anger, longing, and - if I'm feeling sappy - love. But mostly it will be about the beauty of the women that are forever out of my reach, a reach handicapped - at least this is what the shrinks tell - by my miss-wired brain.