it gets ridiculous sometimes, living in this world, but then, it's pretty ridiculous in my mind just about all the time... I like it that way... cuz then the ridiculousness of the world doesn't seep in due to the principle of osmosis... you know, when there's more ridiculousness on the inside than on the outside, the ridiculousness strives for a natural balance... just one more method to the madness that keeps me sane...

now whether you've been here or not (and I'd prefer to think you have been cuz it's lonely thinking you haven't been and I'm not all that into imagining loneliness when I could imagine company even though I have explored loneliness in depth over the years), the life in black and white continues to roll on out in waves behind the candoor (and more behind than it's been in a long time, aye?)...

this is documented (as usual, another reminder about the other blog) over in RealTime� for those of you who care to know (and have time to spend with the words I put on line for you... they are here and there and everywhere for you, you know)... and here, behind the candoor, the babbler continues (as time permits) to provide you with the finest nonsense and abstract thinking we can find between my audio receiving appendages...

on a good day, we add meaningless dribble for your reading pleasure... for this is the unabridged life in black and white (as opposed to the brief and more formal synopsis you find over in RealTime� of course) and only true connoisseurs of incessant verbosity can appreciate the fine cosmic energy that goes into the creation of this wonderverse (known as an wuniverse, plural being womniverse, the feminine being womeniverse, in case you weren't sure)... and you thought quniverse and zuniverse were all there was to it?...

there are many more verses than can ever be sung in the infiniverse...

what can we expect from someone who sits quietly in a crooked chair doing his best to remain positive amidst the odd folk who do their best to avoid work as they ponder their existence and find fault with everyone else to pass the time on the night shift in a psychiatric hospital... something must be done with the space between our audio receiving appendages besides dust collecting, after all...

yeah, like I was saying, what can we expect from someone who sits quietly in a crooked chair doing his best to remain positive amidst the odd folk who do their best to avoid work as they ponder their existence and find fault with everyone else to pass the time on the night shift in a psychiatric hospital...

who? J

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