I had an epiphany where I realized that I could blather on and on about something, eventually losing people's interest in the second line or so by listing many things such as tasks I performed during the day, things I saw on the news, more tasks I did during the day, movies I watch, what my dog ate, why my cat is jacked up on urine, how I dislike my keyboard and convoluted it into a massive pseudo-paragraph based on the streamlined process of my mind;s inner workings compared to that of a psychological thrill ride where things just don't matter anymore and I can breathe eat and think freely without worries of prosecution from the inner and outer world of the circumference of reality combined to the abstract process of humanity, all of this formulating in my mind as I sit dull faced, eating ice cream and watching the news and reading about old dead people on wikipedia, life is a dull drag and I sometimes wonder if it's worth going on, but I can never bring myself to end it because I just don't want to, all of this life may be meaningless but it has personal meaning to me I realized, from the grey leaves on the floor to the sunspot on the glasses of my eyeglasses lenses all for the purpose of artificially expanding and diluting the global process of semi-dilated perspective initiative to entertain based on a principal conjecture of clowns and the mystery of how magnets work, because that's what it's really all about, a mad man's thoughts and dreams twisted into some American horror story of a trash can set ablaze by the spark of human intelligence and dowsed by governmental stupidity and censorship to the extent of a mental deficiency provoked by a need to exist in the subterranean plot of a metaphorical lake of fire and a realistic ocean of cold icy death, all in the form of one giant run-on sentence, because that's all life is, there are no pauses and gaps, it just keeps going on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on until we run out of steam and die.
