i've always believed that some things are so patently obvious that there isn't a need to verbalize them, or worditate them here. i've always believed that, for as long as i've been typing here at least, so always must = four years. imagine that! i wonder how long forever is?
and as time has passed i've hit on all the general themes of this life of mine, perhaps i've shown you the trends and points that come back again and again. it isn't laziness. this stuff actually keeps happening, and my reactions don't often change - or never do. and so it's rather a bora-o-rama. or, as i sometimes say - et cetera.
but i was saying before - i expect a baseline far above the mean. you kind of have to (kind of have to?) know where i'm coming from in the metaphysical sense. writing still gives me the willies, so to speak. i have no idea why i do this. ultimately. what is my chief parnassus these days? it all means much more to me today than ever before, but no one listens, or is listening. or shares. or cares!
so fuck. as the sprint toward middle age starts heating up, and the zipping up of my core into a core of cores continues, i'll keep doing this. but if was buzzed off of this planet this instant never to return and these words were all that were left of me here, would anyone be able to tell what the fuck i was all about? maybe not.
