wanna have fun

but the energy level is so low (and the bloat factor is high cuz i've eaten way too much pasta this week... fatigue breaks down discipline and will power and increases impulsive hunger, in case you did not know) so low so low (and being solo so long {solo so much so long, even} doesn't help as the variaety of inspirations from within care become tiring after thousands of years, in case you were not aware of the facts of life) so low so low (are you paying attention and if you are, are you following any of this?... do you follow a lot?... am i writing these words to you?... how would you know?... are you curious to know?... why don't you ask?... are you so low so low too?... am i talking to myself... do you want to play a game?... how about ruzzle?... how many colors are in your world?) so low so low that there seems to not even be enough energy to really sleep deep (or is that the lack of space?... too much clutter?... i need a clutter nazi, whatever that means... if i knock on your door and ask nocely, will you come out to play?... do all these words amuse you or do all these words drive you away?... where is away, anyway?)...

before we narf, i will remind you that serious, even profound words have flowed through this internet so don't let an entry like this one deter you from your appointed path, whever it is you are going... when last seen, i was headed in a circular direction... and i don't mean spinning around the world in 24 hours like everybody else on this planet, speedy group, we life forms, no doubt, but rather i mean something less apt to explanation through modern physics or any other science, no less words... somehow, the motivation and energy for exercise is rapidly becoming a dire need in this physical life if i want this physical life to continue (and perhaps that is the question, to be or not to be, in case you had not figured that out by now)... please please me like i please you... perhaps i don't please anybody... what if, aye?... that would explain a lot...

narf :)