The Nonsensical Journal

I feel obliged to write something although what seems to have once been  a healthy exhibitionism of verbal intercourse… actually since I’m just writing, it would be verbal masturbation, which is probably the same as regular masturbation without that guilty dirty pleasurable disgusting addictive feeling…  put down your vibrator/sock before you judge that statement.

I feel obliged to write something because a few days back I turned thirty four, which is not really an interesting milestone… all interesting milestones end in fives or zeros…  so I suppose I am not obligated to write anything about turning thirty four.

Don’t get cocky though thinking I am obligated to you, it’s an obligation for whatever it is that constitutes my thoughts… Which isn’t really that much, the idea of referring to my thoughts as “thoughts” is actually a huge overstatement, and probably an insult to humanity…

Who am I kidding? Humanity insults itself just by existing…

So gather around children and let me share some wisdom, and should you be older then gather around and laugh at my naïve thoughts; isn’t that how age works?

Of course another reason I write is due to perhaps the current level of intellect propulsion residing among planets and stars… which you must admit, was a very fancy string of words to state that I am currently blitzed out of my skull.

So let me share a dirty little secret with you… the past few posts were nothing more than salvaged posts from the past… my past, not yours…  for two main reasons.

First, it highlights the beauty of writing about nothing; some people are reading it forgetting they already did.

Secondly, and to be honest this is probably first, which would make the first point the second point, but I cannot be bothered to rearrange the whole paragraph so let’s assume that this now is the first point and that the first point is the second point…

So, secondly (firstly) it’s the easy way out, the definitive irrefutable seductive compulsion that is our birthright, and to all you assholes stating that one should work hard in life to appreciate it, I’d like to see you win the lottery and still say that…

I use these dots a lot, I think there is a proper word for them… wait let me Google it… ah “points of ellipsis” or “Periods of ellipsis“, but periods of ellipsis kind of sounds like a Roman God on its menstrual cycle, so we should probably just stick with points… yah points are good…

There you go, that was some knowledge for those of you who didn’t know about Google… You can Google things like “what are the three dots called?” and Google didn’t even ask me “three dots of what?”

I really think that I have wasted your time enough, so on a more serious note now…