Vague Insanty 077

It's not like you can really expect a big revelation here. There's no strange man with a stovepipe hat and a trained monkey that can hula-hoop while the hoop is on fire.

There is no midget juggling fish here.

There is only me and I am not enlightened. I am so un-enlighted that I was voted "Least Likely to Achieve Total Harmonic Transcendent Bliss" in High School -- kids can be so cruel.

And so you come around here and eat my muffins, and my fermented cherries, and drink my orange soda and look at me like I have the key to sort out your whole damned life.

And part of me wonders if you are actually just coming around here to eat all these sweets I keep giving you.

Your path to Zen orgasmic peace revelation does not end here; it doesn't even vaguely wander by my place.

And certainly doesn't lead directly to my fridge.

I want to find these enlightened, wondrous, children of peace and nature and tell them to fuck off.