^ Look. A rather innocuous SHAKESPEARE quote. It's actually RATHER FUNNY out of context. Wait, no it ISN'T.
It's SOMETHING-TO-TWELVE and I find myself gripped by an INFERIORITY COMPLEX and an INABILITY to stop myself CAPITALISING words, no matter how UNIMPORTANT they are.
I DON'T KNOW how I got here. I DON'T KNOW how ANYONE got here. How did we, as INDIVIDUALS, as SOCIAL GROUPS, as DEMOGRAPHICS, as a SPECIES get to this stage?
What IS this stage?
WHERE the ******** are we going? WHERE the ******** are we? HOW the ******** did we get here?
I may be GRAVELY MISTAKEN, but everything right now IS AS IT IS, and what stuff is now is WEIRD. The ENTIRETY of my UNIVERSE, that which is brought into existence by MY MIND, is very COMPLEX. Certain CONCEPTS only exist because I RECOGNISE them as being UNIDENTIFIABLE. WHAT THE HELL is up with that?
I'd like to TAKE MY PERCEPTION and TRIM OFF the MESSY and UNECESSARY bits, leaving a FOCUSED, DECISIVE mind and/or ATTRACTIVE TABLE RUNNER.
This makes NO ******** SENSE at all, but isn't that what you've COME TO EXPECT OF ME? Don't deny it. You HAVE, haven't you? Look, I'm doing you a ******** FAVOUR, pandering to your EXPECTATIONS. Feel SUPERIOR in that you can PREDICT MY ACTIONS.
Good?
Good.
Hermit of the Hills · Fri Dec 29, 2006 @ 01:02pm · 0 Comments |