Und so weiter...

(and so on...)

Like nothing you've ever seen before (or maybe you have), but everything you kind of dig (or maybe not).

Now for a brief experiment with irony and my usual paradoxical tendencies. I'm seeing a doctor about it, I promise.
Addressed to the god of existentialism: I would like my real life identity to stay in tact please, and the confidence in my own self-worth to not feel a particular increase in validation if someone takes notice of my odds and ends.

And why have I created such a vacuous monstrosity of cyberspace?
Because I was bored.
Maybe?
Perhaps.
I just don't know anymore.

I will start writing about something useful and informative soon, I promise. As soon as the millions of neurons in my neocortex decide to stop expending their energies on thinking about Iced Tea and all its Marvelous Effects.