i guess

"Intuitional other-space?" What the hell is that?

No matter. I have no purpose here, no histrionics, no fireworks, only words. It's funny, because I'm reading this blog - eclectic and a bit off the beaten path, but interesting nonetheless - but soon I realize that there's not really a space for a contributor like me, I guess, because all I do is write. That's it. I don't have YouTube videos of liquefied men or Communist children singing praises of Mister Chairman Mao. I don't have crazy cool current events or music culture. I don't have mind-expanding, cathartic experiences to pass on to you. I'm not all that interesting. All I do is write, I guess.


I guess.


I guess I'll make for a bad contributor. People don't like to entertain themselves by reading; instead, they like to be entertained by their reading material. I guess you're going to have to put up with my strange, meandering thoughts and dreams that drift and whirl around in the air like crazen, drunken fireflies; that fly nowhere but still shine so brightly; that spin circles around your confused heads; and that - after days and weeks of joyful, carefree, albeit aimless flying - dart straight smack into the Mosquito Lamp of Reality. And anyone that's had dreams knows that 100 amps of Reality coursing into them can kill them pretty quickly. And anyone that's had dreams killed knows that it leaves you feeling as empty and impotent as a frustrated 80-year old man with ED. (I guess you all should also know that I suck at metaphors and similes).

But I digress. I don't mean to talk about dreams, nor fireflies, nor erectile dysfunction. I guess this is just a introduction - or a precaution, who knows. Disclaimer: I'm not liable for any brain damage done by anything I've written or will write.


I'm done now, I guess.