Tonight is not a good night to blog so don't expect me to blog, don't expect me to come to you on the street and wave a hearty 'hello' because frankly, it is too late and I won't get into that right now. Like I said earlier tonight is not a good night to blog.
Don't expect me to complain about my bitterness towards mankind, towards humankind, even women fall into this incredibly vague, yet animalistic category. Vague and animalistic? Do they go together, you ask? Well, by putting them in that language context, then they should go together. I am essentially comparing the two words 'vague' and 'animalistic'. Why should they be compared in the manner in which they are compared? Perhaps it is the way one defines vagueness and the animosity towards others that one shows in humankind. But there, again, 'animosity'? Come now, let us realize that animalistic and animosity are two different words. However that sentence being grammatically correct since the conjunction follows the rules of its own existence, does not matter in this context, and is totally irrelevant to the point of comparing two words that have a similar prefix, yet completely different meanings and outcomes on life share a vague, yet interesting connection to the matter of point here, which is how tonight is not a good night to blog.
Let us not even dwell on the bad luck, or ne'udacha in russian, that has befallen a select group of my friends and myself. I will not get into it because as I have stated before, tonight is not a good night to blog. Tonight is not the best night to blog since I am no longer right in assuming the cynicism of a male heir to the throne. I cannot even tell you about the utter bitterness and resentment, the undeniable loss of passion and faith that I have in human beings, but I will not discuss this topic with you because in a way, I wish tonight was a better night to blog, but in fact is a very bad night, a night that will disguise itself from me for several weeks until finally deceiving me and showing me a light that I have yet not seen before, but I should be familiar to this light. If tonight were a better night I would delve into the fact of this light religiously, but as aforementioned above tonight is not the best night to do this.
I realized though that I am leaving something out for the reader at this exact moment. In fact I should be telling you of a very pleasant time in my childhood where everything worked, everything went together, I could hit my head on the table while crawling on the ground and not feel a slight bit of pain. Technically, I should still be able to do that, but now certain outside observers are no longer indifferent to my social behavior and in fact I face consequences of 10-20 years hard labor in a mental prison for allowing my wishes and desires to go so unabashedly out of control! But I do not blame them, I can't, for it is my fault that I put them through this, I am alive! Simple and plain. What is your idea of self-actuality and self-idealism? Two words that make about as much sense as 'cents making sense' in this world. Too much profit is to be won by blind soldiers falling forward on a morbid battlefield raking in all the dough while death becomes them, in a physical form, but not mental, not yet at least. Soon enough they will be covered with masks and chains and given a home in the hills to provide local radio feeds while eating children baked in a delicate Greek marinade.
So much has been riding on this night, but I fear for your sake and safety and my karma, I must give up and give in to the night by not allowing to speak further of this since tonight, yet again I swear to you, is not a good night to speak. Please do not expect me to bleed my hardcore heart onto your black construction paper so you can origami your flight out of my self-consciousness. Speak further I must not. Tonight is a bad night. I give up.
Don't expect me to complain about my bitterness towards mankind, towards humankind, even women fall into this incredibly vague, yet animalistic category. Vague and animalistic? Do they go together, you ask? Well, by putting them in that language context, then they should go together. I am essentially comparing the two words 'vague' and 'animalistic'. Why should they be compared in the manner in which they are compared? Perhaps it is the way one defines vagueness and the animosity towards others that one shows in humankind. But there, again, 'animosity'? Come now, let us realize that animalistic and animosity are two different words. However that sentence being grammatically correct since the conjunction follows the rules of its own existence, does not matter in this context, and is totally irrelevant to the point of comparing two words that have a similar prefix, yet completely different meanings and outcomes on life share a vague, yet interesting connection to the matter of point here, which is how tonight is not a good night to blog.
Let us not even dwell on the bad luck, or ne'udacha in russian, that has befallen a select group of my friends and myself. I will not get into it because as I have stated before, tonight is not a good night to blog. Tonight is not the best night to blog since I am no longer right in assuming the cynicism of a male heir to the throne. I cannot even tell you about the utter bitterness and resentment, the undeniable loss of passion and faith that I have in human beings, but I will not discuss this topic with you because in a way, I wish tonight was a better night to blog, but in fact is a very bad night, a night that will disguise itself from me for several weeks until finally deceiving me and showing me a light that I have yet not seen before, but I should be familiar to this light. If tonight were a better night I would delve into the fact of this light religiously, but as aforementioned above tonight is not the best night to do this.
I realized though that I am leaving something out for the reader at this exact moment. In fact I should be telling you of a very pleasant time in my childhood where everything worked, everything went together, I could hit my head on the table while crawling on the ground and not feel a slight bit of pain. Technically, I should still be able to do that, but now certain outside observers are no longer indifferent to my social behavior and in fact I face consequences of 10-20 years hard labor in a mental prison for allowing my wishes and desires to go so unabashedly out of control! But I do not blame them, I can't, for it is my fault that I put them through this, I am alive! Simple and plain. What is your idea of self-actuality and self-idealism? Two words that make about as much sense as 'cents making sense' in this world. Too much profit is to be won by blind soldiers falling forward on a morbid battlefield raking in all the dough while death becomes them, in a physical form, but not mental, not yet at least. Soon enough they will be covered with masks and chains and given a home in the hills to provide local radio feeds while eating children baked in a delicate Greek marinade.
So much has been riding on this night, but I fear for your sake and safety and my karma, I must give up and give in to the night by not allowing to speak further of this since tonight, yet again I swear to you, is not a good night to speak. Please do not expect me to bleed my hardcore heart onto your black construction paper so you can origami your flight out of my self-consciousness. Speak further I must not. Tonight is a bad night. I give up.
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