Hi there. I'm just gonna keep all the bullshit real short and sweet. I like drugs. But the drugs don't like me. Love to think, but words are like an absentee. Fearful, but not tearful. Smiling, but not cheerful. Sick of post industrial society, but thrives off of its innovations, lost in a sea of irrelevancy created by a vast network of information, but basks in it. Lost, but there is no found. Certainly not blind, but can't quite see. T'was bullshit that taught my mind to think, t'was thinking that made me see(the bullshit) Hue- MAN - it - tea. Hue's the man, it's the tea. the HUE of the MANITEE is gray. Can't fall asleep, but was never really awake. Tries to wake up, but realizes that there is no defined reality... only observational empirical evidence, shrouded with fanciful tales that distorts all of everdome. That's my tangent, that's my introduction. Senseless, tasteless, ironic, and bland. But that's really most of life... Have a nice day.
