The Obscure

I'm so very tired, man. No coffee today. I slept right through school, didn't even wake up till 1:30. I missed my dentist appointment, too.
I haven't felt this screwed up since the Reagan years.

There is some Jazz, making the world go round. But my simple eyes cannot see that truth for what it is, only for what it is not. That is the real problem with us Ornithologists (and vulcanologists alike,) we cannot comprehend the simple values of the world around us, we can only try to over-specify and categorize a place that has existed outside of our close-minded reality for eons. Eons, I tell you! Eons at the liquor store, dancing with the glares of a gaggle of goggling gargantuan ganders, befriending the least of us and helping to do the laundry with the very minnows who have evaded the fish hook for just one more day.

What, you may ask, is the point of updating when my mind is so fried that it cannot put together even the simplest concept without collapsing under the loathsome weight of my innate absurdity? The answer, my dear fellows, is in the making.