Attention restaurant customers: Testicles. That is all.
~Peter Griffin.
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I think I need to take a few days away from these words and the trap-doors that they open. I'm getting lost in the myriad corridors that this has exposed me to; lost in a maze of thoughts and theories and turgid regurgitations of my feelings, my flaws, my faults. A little time away from the keys in general will allow me some space and time to realign myself with the way I feel inside and the way the world is carrying on without a care to my personal views. A dose of reality, I suppose.
I have been getting less done lately, and these posts are a microcosm of that whole world of words. It is tough to live the majority of your days in a world that isn't real, in characters with personalities so real that you can't fathom that they don't exist in the world. I find myself getting caught up in the dramas those kids are dealing with. Invested in the trials and tribulations. This is a lot like method acting, I suppose. You don't really break character; you become what you set out to portray. It killed Heath Ledger but it hasn't killed me. I am tougher than one son of a bitch, then. Success.
It feels good to be progressing. Life is a progression after all is said and done. So maybe I am finally back on the treadmill. Hmmm, fuck speculating on it. I'm over it. I have to go, but I feel good. I will see you all next week, refreshed and ready to wow you all again with words worth more than the rest of my life is. Take care.
Where should we go on our first long-weekend together?
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