Abstract Remedies

Fractured thoughts are drifting through my tired brain right now... This post serves no real purpose other than to transform my mundane musings into something ghastly and pretentious that you would have to read through were you an avid follower of my work, of which you are not, so I will make no apology for the atrocity I'm about to commit. Disjointed meanderings drift on silent dreams as we sit in silence oddly transfixed by the mundane reality that is every day life. Disassociation from reality is oddly obscure a phrase to pursue when so much is happening in my life. Yet it is strangely apt when most, if not all of it, is happening in my head. Right now, since examinations have ceased, I have very little going on in my life. Less than I wish I had. I have family down, so I have some mild entertainment, but at the same time, my life in and of itself is lacking and unfulfilled. I'm highly disillusioned by the state of humanity at this current moment in time. I sometimes despise humanity. In particular, the male half of the human population disgusts me at times. Not all of them are complete cads, but the ones I end up knowing are. maybe its not them. Do I perhaps ooze some kind of scent that just attracts the douchiest of creatures? or is it perhaps some kind of genetic defect that makes me somehow seek out the worst degenerates that exist and then makes me unable to give them up as lost causes.

Sigh... I had such high hopes for the beginning of this post. it seemed just what i needed to regain my old creativity, but the teenage mind is a frustrating thing, and estrogen rarely helps to remedy the problem. So I will post this, because I'm not interested enough to attempt to save it, and i went to all the trouble of actually typing out this piece of what I will now classify as drivel.

Oh well... the time will come when I seek to create again. perhaps then i can begin to put down the series of fragments that lurk in my effervescent brain. I say effervescent, I really mean flighty and inattentive.