"Yeah, like someone is going to read it all," the voice scoffed notably in the back of his mind, "what with all the ridiculously redundant rhetoric (and thetoric) and wildly unnecessary predicates (and adjectives and adverbs) pressing prose to comprehendable limits." ... (ummmm, delayed Editorial Notation: I believe he might have meant incomprehensible, or perhaps beyond comprehendable was what he actually meant).

The boy looked up at him thoughtfully, wondering just where the old man had lost his mind.

I am the old man. I am the boy. I am the aardvark.

mostly vegetarian.

and so another day rolls by with the same conditions inside and outside as yesterday and the day before... rainy day, gym closed, lazy way, indisposed... so I don't feel like running in the rain and I am too tired to wait it out as I am already nodding off big time so maybe tonight... the office says the gym may reopen tomorrow... guess it was time for a break... and still, it turns me on...

I am the gas man. I am the fool. I am the rainbow.

temporarily colorblind.

and the food has been good, not outstanding, but interesting... it has been a long time since I cooked anything, a long time since I ate anything other than precooked meals... frozen foods... nothing from scratch... healthier than most, according to the ingredients on the packages, but still not home cooked (whatever that is)... so the simple task of making meatballs was unique in this space... heck, the consumption of beef in and of itself is a rarity, but the true revelation here is how close luxury and poverty truly can be, how, no matter how far it seems I have come, I am still just a few steps from nowhere... just one step away from the county line...

and the smirk and the tear are as close as the light from the sun and the moon, found in the same year within breaths of something that will not rhyme... and the joke and the pain are harmonic chords creating the tune, born of the same fear of the light and the dark beyond all space and time... we are our own blessing, we are our own crime, the knowledge is misery, tragedy, ecstasy and the sublime...

I am the rich man. I am the pauper. I am the tool.

momentarily complete.

sometimes I am so sure that everything is illusion, it, whatever it may be, is all in the mind, that the certainty of the surety is a security that makes everything alright and amusing... and at the same moment I understand that everything I know may be wrong and the simultaneous realization is in a strange and wonderful way, comforting... a choice, perhaps, is everything... and that is our only choice...

as usual or at least often, I nod off in the big green chair during the entry in progress and therein distract myself and perhaps us from the point, if there was one, integrating seemingly disparate thoughts into what appears to be a single entity, a single entry under one title... while complete understanding may or may not be possible, surely perspective alters what it is as much as any anomaly in the creation and that, in and of itself, may be all we need to know... it could, at least, be fun...

and Rasputin comes home waking me from wherever I was wandering and he insists on waking me to talk about something, paying rent or some such postulatory of the apparently real world that intrudes on my otherwise ethereal cognitive ramblings... some people have no respect for the nonsense I put here or the profound meaning that may or may not exist within the confabulation of lines and spaces you see before you, or behind you if you'd turn around for some reason that may or may not be relevant... the TV shows an ancient episode of Star Trek, so poorly done in terms of visual effects, but still ideas worth pondering, this time something about accidental time travel... my neck is itching, itching, itching... head is sleepy sleep sleepy... body barely here... g'nite Raspy, g'nite D'Land... even if it's the middle of your day...

I am the sand man. I am the giggle. I am the end.

"Yeah, like someone is going to understand it all," the voice smiled.

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(just let me know you were here)