I Don’t Get It

There is an excess of epochs in this occasionally dawdling, thorny, and almost ostensibly and futilely insignificant life, where one ascertains that it is intricately complex to wade through the impenetrable and nearly opaque goop that resides in your brain to stumble upon a superior, high-quality theme to post on the subject of. Principally if you do not fancy mustiness in your ogles.

But alas! What is this? It is a consideration, forthcoming imminently, and the way I gawk at it is reminiscent of a deer in headlights, but my alter identity watches in revulsion followed by repulsion as the proper me is run down by this rushing train of thought and is abridged to nonentity, excepting a puddle of blood-spattered fleshy tissue. I despondently comprehend that it appears I will not be capable to proficiently distribute this reflection I had. Tis complicated to share anything whilst you are a puddle. Puddles can’t hold discussions.

Hence what is the significance or importance of this almost outrageously and nonsensically inane and somewhat foolhardy post? You ought to be able to discern the answer to that. My posts do not and have by no means ever had any meaning.

So what is the purpose you ask? Function…an amusing utterance in and of itself. What does it indicate, denote, symbolize? I do not know. Which is why I can retort neither callously or cordially to your question. But I will endeavor to nevertheless. The rationale is to do naught more than to vituperatively and rancorously entwine your stunted wit into a knot with the bulk and magnitude of a bloated egotist.

And that is all.