Juvenile-J Syndrome
My entries haven’t really been making much sense of late. Thoughts have been too many and too random to pick one out and write it down coherently. My subjectivity is becoming objective. I’m all confused. It’s like murky reflections in a muddy pond.
I’ve been picking on myself too much, hence the constant mix-up of contradiction and harmony, which ultimately results in an unfathomable and simultaneously irrelevant paradox that is the existence of me.
Phew!
Andy Kauffman in a wrestling match
Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess
If you believe there's nothing up my sleeve, then nothing is cool
Where’s the man on the moon?
posted by J @ 4:11 pm
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