The First night: a Burn I planned

So pain is bad, I know....

But when expense's groping hands fall short an inch from rewards mundane attraction, I make exception.
Or so say I on the night, a past one fore sure, when such an event has occurred on me
-- Occurred "on" rather than "to" me for the mark is there, visible, and most assuredly happened on me, also to me, but more noticeably on --  and I give not a pennies worth for time.

I've owed money, but Money's nasty tendency to pass from dirty hand to sickly spaces has pinned me down, and now money is owed to me. And in such a like to make me think of how it means so little:
A silver dollar, one gold, and two halves make a whole three. Three is not the proper amount once told to me for keeps, but will do or now, especially in such odd shapes as these. The different colors and weights for similar and same purposes boggles me for sure.

 But now I must eat and let a little rest consume me as I consume.

Regarding Me and a Manner of speaking.

Blogger or Blogspot have held no real interest for me in past times. But a recent urge to write down -- in a permanent way -- my different ideas and ravings has convinced me to reconsider my opposition to sites that leave me open to an internet community not easily dismissed. My writing reads well at times -- a simple matter -- but often flows through my finger's most extended point before I can halt it, and forming words into coherent sentences becomes. Therefore, my development will show. As I write the momentary glimpses -- attempting to stop them: holding them forever for criticism -- I will also be analyzing myself...

This is an experiment of myself, for my own interests and thoughts. This will be odd.