|Death is only as permanent as the next new game.
||[Jan. 27th, 2006|10:56 am]
|||||Silhouette - Rock, Paper, Beartrap||]|
(Ergo, the renascence of this journal should be viewed, not as a repudiation of a quondam renouncement, but as Livejournal redivivus, an extra life arbitrarily granted so that you can stab your eye out. Remember, if you see your life flash before your eyes, you're probably just hallucinating; think about inserting the following command into your internal BIOS: /endlife. You didn't see anything. Life is a lie. [And so, too, is death--and resignation--likewise illusory.] Welcome home, Sam.)
I didn't pee in the sandbox. I didn't even write any of this. It's not even true.
So, tergiversate! I'll be prancing down the yellow brick road. (And while you look up the sesquipedalian, tergiversate, I'll continue to equivocate!)
The yellow brick road doesn't mean anything. My pretense of thought is too easily pierced. By arrows and glances, but mostly by questions. There are no answers. Ask better questions.
Elucidate? I will not "engage in a fishing expedition." I don't even like fish.
But still you see through. Abstrusity doesn't hinder eyesight, unfortunately. Twist the kaleidoscope.
Now, with life properly perverted, everything is pretty, but it's probably just the drugs.
I just found two dollars in my bowl. It must have been hiding under the ice cream.
But I miss the pretense, the intangibles of pretending. Mr. Rogers pretended so well. I could always find a trolley....
We can paint a new veneer on reality, write all the lines, play all the roles. With Magic Pad our canvas, we can ...
And it's gone. (Gone because I stole that, too.)
So, never-you-mind (the tmesis; it's legal).
Running in place, I suppose, is the same as running away. Either way, we're making it up and the clock blinks 12:00.
You're always made up.
But so am I.
And so is this.
So make it work.
Ignorance is bliss. Easier said than dealt with.
You're so far removed, you wouldn't notice that I wrote this.
I'm just jealous of the addict's insomnia.
At least there's substance to blame, and subsequent change.