Saturday 12/10/2005 10:59:00 PM

Whenever I attempt to learn something new it always ends up teaching me how little I did know to begin with. The more knowledge I think I've accumulated the less it seems I actually understand.

And stubborn souls that won't stop until all issues have been resolved never get to rest. Because for every problem solved a new one will crop up.

That is why there is no rest for the wicked. Or for anyone who's ever tried.

Hearts parse conditionally. Based on if's and else's. And the log is filled with exceptions. Until at last nothing shows. But all still is.

The page unfolds in soft delerium. Fragments of life populate empty instances. Until everything I'd placed in them is lost to the poor syntax of the people we've become.

As if skin could be a reference. Or hope were a constant. When all the while it was the variable we were lacking. Some undefined placeholder left out of our lives.

Wherein would magically appear the remainder of all the functions incomplete until then.

If only we were as simple as all those things I still don't understand.

I still wouldn't know, but I'd be one step closer.

Anonymous said...

You are an incredibly talented technoalcoholic. You should be proud

softermaniac said...


technoalcoholic... that's a nifty word.

Anonymous said...

Wow, you are very talented at this level, just imagine the potential you havn't even reached! The technoalcohlicsky is the LIMIT!!

softermaniac said...

So... you're mocking me?

Cool. Carry on.

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