| || ||1||2||3||4||5|
|27||28||29||30||31|| || |
[ Previous entry: The Malady. ]
[ Next entry: Insight of the Ages. ]
Though I can hardly spell the word without aid from the dictionary, and the thesaurus, much of my thoughts these days are being transmitted through my brain in the form of 'Algorithms', which explains the lack of activity of the more 'literal' kind, eitherway, it's as good an excuse as any for the laziness which seems to plague me, oh, twenty-six, hours a day, when it concerns doing anything remotely creative.
Underneath however, is a short thought, which managed to swim against the undercurrent of equations and logical expressions racing through the twisted banks of my mind straight to my bowels, hence ending up emerging, gasping for air, in a relatively shallow pool of consciousness, and which I managed to salvage before it dissolved unnoticed into the 'if' 'else' 'endif', 'do case' 'case this' 'case that' rapids of Visual Foxpro induced conditions wreaking havoc in my neural chambers these days, which I thought to be worth posting inspite of its length, or lack, thereof.
The Truth, as it is, is scarcely ever beautiful, or even pretty, imagine how hideous it would be distorted.
This space needs a line for now.