I'm baaaaaaaack!

I don't understand the point of holiday. Or at least I don't support it.

I have no natural sense of coiffed elegance. Maybe someday I will. Though, I feel that beauty comes through seriously through some sort of natural outlet. Whether it be as beautiful as a skillful craft of hand or a lie from tongue to earlobe, it is beautiful in some shape or another. And I don't think that I've directly hounded into my craft or lie. Not yet.

Other than feeling as though I was born in the wrong era (again), tonight feels just like any other night. Insomnia has crept onto my spine, and I cannot seem to  express what I want to in the correct way. I greatly dislike that stifled feeling that has befallen over my being. It's like having a permanent mind-stutter or talking through a sock stuck in your throat. I'm so focused through my mouth. I wish that I could allow my fingers to do my talking for me.

Why would you spend a good majority of your life pursuing something mundane and unexciting, only to look forward to days that you can take breaks from your constant, boring other life? I do not get it. I just don't.

I miss something. I like being bothered. And I really wish that I could accomplish the greatest of the greatest feats. No doubts can occur. It just takes a little mental preparation. Or a lot.

Maybe it has something to do with money. Lord knows the value of money does make a person go crazy. But if a person wasn't already susceptible enough, the person is at fault for their manipulative, weak character. The invariablity and quest that life ships us on makes our character strong (if you allow it). But I digress...

Smiles are burned into my corneas. Sometimes, that's all I see. Even when there is nothing good to look at, I live through some smooth sufferage and heartfelt carnage ravages the depths of my thoughts and actions.

Who knew it could work out that way?