AKA
"This one here is good, this one by...." I nod, smile and bite my tongue knowing it to be my own work, just not in my name.
As the inexorable passage of time continues its course I realise that I have less and less to say or more correctly less of what I can say. I've always kind of wanted to embrace a certain mystery. I often think that i would happily give up my humanity in exchange for the secrets of the universe. Maybe i still would i don't know. There is a lot of uncertainty hovering about and rather than making me sad, it just makes me cold inside, the best word would be obdurate i think, well i like it so i'll use it. It also strikes me that happiness is something as contrived and redolent with artifice as the satan bunny or jesus claus.
As the inexorable passage of time continues its course I realise that I have less and less to say or more correctly less of what I can say. I've always kind of wanted to embrace a certain mystery. I often think that i would happily give up my humanity in exchange for the secrets of the universe. Maybe i still would i don't know. There is a lot of uncertainty hovering about and rather than making me sad, it just makes me cold inside, the best word would be obdurate i think, well i like it so i'll use it. It also strikes me that happiness is something as contrived and redolent with artifice as the satan bunny or jesus claus.