Hear and Their

HELLO! *socially awkward waving and other nonsense that just presses all your little rage buttons when you were praying that this could be anyone else sharing your present company*

Me again, well, just mega spaced out me, but still, there's the warning. Turn around and mutter in disgust at my shameless blogjacking. Point is, I use this as my podium now because my other blog just has some kind of disestablished fanbase. Well, love it or hate it, it's me doing what I do best... accruing spite...

I feel like I'm in two places at once. Read in your own crazy metaphor, I'm tired. Just a second ago I was typing in the dark in my room but was also typing at a desk in a highrise apartment, sort of very trippy if you ask me. Happened this morning too, I woke up in two different beds in two different rooms with two different absences of reason for doing so. By now, you've cottoned on that I'm not sleeping enough and trying to further establish my identity as The Delusional Wreck, hopefully to shift out of The Codependent Deadbeat, or The Guy Who Makes One Decent Wry Comment, Then Uses That as an Excuse to Keep Talking Crap... I'm the human tarot deck, I can just about show people their futures.

Watch this!

Take a card.

Look at the card.

Subject it to memory.

Your life will entail a series of relative joy to relative misery!!!

See, I'm good. I could give professional advice, because professional advice is just a gameplan by the narrow minded. I'm getting sick of the 'Life is good! But sometimes it's bad, so uh, you might want gloves on those days...'. Let's be honest, anybody here who isn't familiar with what I write isn't a true follower of this blog, just like the people who don't comment (You people just having your way with presented opinions...), would have noticed I'm prone to attention seeking bouts of melancholy... also the legit ones, but they've reached the point we're they aren't the problem anymore. Well I'm being hypocritical as usual as well, but I hate people who feel they have to remind me everything apart from chronic insomnia has it's benefits.

By now you're starting to suspect this is that stream of consciousness junk again, to that I say that you're sleuthing at the expected level of a stalker awash in the filth of his devotion. Congratulations by the way. If you suspect the stream of consciousness arises from my life's absence of things people do and talk about on a regular basis, bonus points, now you're that same stalker, but now some prime time commercial programming has convinced you you're trained for private legal investigation.

Damn, there was actually a point to this, but I forgot it. Maybe it's briefly alluded to in the previous paragraphs. Do give them a thorough reread now to inject respectable length, thanks.

I've been told I'm not allowed to post here without pictures now because you're considered too dense, impatient and present in the information age to wallow through all the text could fit the binary code for a small picture that could do the job faster & with all the expected side effects of a medium transplant.

So here's 'Crucible Tongs's Post: The .jpeg'






Here you go, D.I.D. A Mess, cheapening your experience with every increasingly manic post. But these are just random things I've lolled at in the last few weeks. I can't work out whether it's the childish sense of humour or the hallucinogenic properties of an LCD screen at 3am though...

Well, signing off... in pics!



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