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I have ... arrived.


Well, actually, no. But - by the time anyone gets around to reading this, and who the hell knows when that could be, I probably will have ... arrived. I will have arrived, in ... some kind of ridiculous La-La Land of my own design. Nevertheless, I anticipate arriving ... wherever, let's just call it an unspecified state of being from here on out, will be better than where I've been. 'Cause, at heart I'm an optimist.

I understand how this could seem like bullshit. You could be accustomed to dealing with liars and ne'er-do-wells on a daily basis - on the internet anyway. But - I hate the internet. I really do. I wish I'd never gotten hooked on it. And I'm also ... naive, I can admit that. I am given to trusting complete strangers at their word. Uh, now I'm not being an optimist, am I?

Duality is not a pretty thing. Neither is anal seepage. I have arrived at the conclusion that duality leads to indigestion which leads to things coming out ... unexpectedly. Yes. I ... arrived at that just now. Urgh.