And then, like a diamond!

[jejune_soybean]

It is always enjoyable to write down random thoughts late at night, with no true direction but what lies ahead. I like to transverse the paths of my mind, although sometimes it leads to startling revelations (such as my predilection for inverse reality patterns). But what does any of this matter to our heroic reader? None, but eternal edification. I think I am starting to feel the need to write poor pathetic pervasive poetry again, hopefully the desire will pass before I begin writing frightening verse en mass. Prose is bad enough, but poetry truly brings out the morose maudlin and dire dramatist tendencies in my writing. These things are all well and good but I think if I were to mix them with my overly abstract randomness of late it may lead to some sort of creation, which implodes the readers mind (long after mine registers life).

I am a certified bastard!