Introduction

This blog was created a long time ago but abandoned before I ever began posting and that statement basically sums me up. I have bursts of overwhelming positivity, pushing my imagination into overdrive in its concoction of the cause and events chain, the cause being a sporadic optimistic thought and chain of events spanning the next 60 years of my life. I'm hyperbolic like that but only in terms of visualizing for when it comes to action, I do nothing, literally. The centrality of my life is music and the words of others and their confessions, revelations, pondering... I find myself and the truth about life in them, all the while in the comfort of my living room. God forbid, I actually discover life on my own and have to exert myself *ech* I guess I only write when I'm depressed and in the throes of self-deprecation which currently is reaching an all time high. The superficiality and positivity will come, don't worry, the world glorifies my existence for my indefatigable optimism. If they only knew the extent of my delusions and my innate need to distort my reality to the extreme where nothing real gets under my skin, the rays of factuality deflect in my mental paradigm where nothing is left but fantasy. I am fantasy, my world is fantastical and right now, all I crave is reality.. *sigh* more unintelligible ramblings.. Clarity, wherefore art thou?