Pondering, if there is enuff' chocolate to survive this ride.

I'm succinctly pleased within my illusions, otherwise, I'd probably inhabit those which others subscribe to. That might get crowded, therefore, I remain in my own as a public service.

I started to paint some of the rooms in my head today.

Upon commencement, I peeked in the closets.

They were full of nostalgic moments.

Now I need to write.

And more paint.

I *am* playful, damn it! I took an apprenticeship program in it, from age birth to seven.

​I've been accurately (self) DXd ... I have Cultural Dyslexia.

If it's worth doing, it's worth doing stoned.

If it's worth doing stoned, it's worth doing sober.

If it's worth doing stoned or sober, it's worth writing about.

Asked: Do you put these thoughts to music? Responded: I just did, I play the pen.

When U must provide your own entertainment—So, sequestered in Kentucky, and the place is quiet. Holed up in some ridiculously large condo. What transpires? The joint has an incredibly, near infinite hallway, donned with marble flooring, and I'm equipped with merino wool socks. Never letting a sweet combination go to waste, I've discovered the extreme sport of traversing down the hall at breakneck speed to be productive, and when the slide commences, it becomes rather adventurous. If I were to miscalculate, I might crash out the window, and with sufficient velocity, land in the Ohio river. This would actually be advantageous, as it wouldn't leave an appreciable mess for my room mate to mitigate, upon return.