I am uninspired. Boring entry, I swear to the bowels of Hades. I need a fucking vacation. Or a vacation of fucking, whatever.

I am sick of being deep--and by deep I mean being Superficially Profound Fabricating and Wordmongering Lies as the Absolute Truth of Our Mortal Existence--for I now find the basest, most banal, ordinary, and unsavory sort of human experience the most sybaritic, indulging, overwhelming, and the most gratifying phenomena any wallydrag such as myself could ever encounter in this ephemeron of a mortal life. Just like this morning, I have somersaulted to heaven and back by just reveling over an hour of rhinotillexis otherwise known as nose picking. A renowned Australian doctor said that "people who pick their noses with their fingers are healthier, happier, and more in tune with their bodies." And I go, Hey! That's me!XD

I feel like I have horribly grown old. I could rationalize like Nestor, the wisest and eldest Greek leader in Homer's Iliad, airing quips of self-motivational crapshit springing from the unfathomable well of my multiple-reincarnated pseudointellectual soul, my wisdom which, I am sad to say, is only available to those who seek it. I was once Jesus; I was once Buddha; I was once, err, Lao Tse Tung. In fact, I was once everybody who are now dead and has decayed with the Mother Earth. I and all those who have walked this earth share the same biological makeup, this coiling strips of DNA, rearranging and mutating, all from the springwell of Mother Earth's wet soil, where all people, intellectual giants and forgettable underdogs alike, have rotted, decomposed, and fertilized plants and animals that are now being consumed by the living. (Rambling, yes I am.:D) Succinctly, I am the past, the present, and the future--biologically speaking. Nevertheless, this paranormal concept that I have mentioned earlier--Reincarnation--is just a figment of my mental whimsy. I am a wordmonger, and I write silly straggling thoughts to pass time and amuse myself.

Anyway, as I have said. I feel horripilatingly old. And by horripilating I mean goosebumps-inducing old. My eyes wrinkle. My cheeks sag. My arm fats have turned into bat wings. My breasts have settled on my midsection, which have settled on my abdomen, which have folded and sagged to my pelvic joints. My vaginal canal has turned into an unending hungry tunnel of dry sand and dandruffy flaking cellular membranes. My knees shake of seismic brittleness, fragility, and desperation. My ankles have thickened skin. My toes, crows feet. Oh my hair has turned into a resin-based composite filling, porcelain white as false teeth. Step back and judge me in a blink of a wink, a wink of a blink, winking with both eyes and blinking with one eye, that I am a sickening bitch-turned-crone-turned-monster. I am old inside, and my internal organs are beginning to fail me. As for my brain, I am in dire need of Enervon Prime for my memories betray me and left me lonesome and clueless of the glorious life I once led. But alas, when the memories and events and experiences and emotions have been barfed out of my mind, all I have left is the encapsulation of wisdom, stripped naked of pretension, confusion, obfuscation, complexity, and profundity. It all boils down to economy, clarity, and simplicity. Pepper humor, wit, irony, and sarcasm over these, and you have, what, ME.XD Wait, not me. My EGO. Uukkkk.

Being DEEP is the narcolepsy provoked by Leaping Beauty, the most beautiful woman on earth who never slept a thousand years but instead lulled to eternal torpor all those who hear her verbosity and somnific narcissism.

Ergo, I am abandoning wisdom and my hunt for divine intelligence.

Being ordinary is bliss.XD

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Just what the freak did I yak about, hey?XP This is a spasm of mental collapse. I just cannot accept that I am turning witless and humorless and retarded and anserine and, err, simply say: STUPID. Another strike of a bowling ball rolling down the pinheads: being stupid (not to mention ambitionless) isn't so bad after all.XD I'm suppose to philosophize on being stupid and how to be stupid and the raptus of being stupid and everything, but the impetus has deserted me.

Word did you say?

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