Fiber, and the impending fibres of fancy
2005-12-13 - 11:15 p.m.

The theme of 2005 thus far has been trying to understand the importance of being enigmatic and delusional. Where does a lifestyle of reclusive oddness lead you? Well, I still haven't got that figured out. I am beginning to understand a lot of other things much better than I have in the past. There is no longer a wrinkled slate of sweet madness along the ankes of my proclaimed waste. Instead, things are ripening and becoming vaguely volitile. Are these juicy developments anything short of delicious? I fiercely hope so. Let us not discriminate the measurements found in the lobby, but instead damage the elastic garter that has us bound to destinies of soapy laundry.

I had a childhood where I was completely convinced of all sorts of whimsical things. I wonder from time to time if my current addiction to nonsense has sprouted from the discovery of reality. I have always been slightly bitter towards reality. I hope that doesn't change.

An oppertunity to become myself in new locations presented itself, but although the financial means are present, I think I shall sit back and watch this path slip away. The summer will find me far away, away from local tourists, but among foreign tourists. A month simply isn't enough time to discover what needs to be discovered.

I have made more sense here than usual. Perhaps I'm becoming average. Perhaps within moments, I shall revert to writing paragraphs about petty personal dramas and the banal daily struggles of a young human. I have comfort, however, in the fact that even my real life would be tiringly unsensical. It has been a while since I've told diaryland a good fable.

Fiber.

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