The damn bastard.
In lieu of facebook, myspace, livejournal, other blog sites, I am inclined to craft a blog worthy of one "blogspot," of which being this place hitherto and hereafter this place, but at no time during the present will be this place.
My name is Gregory. Egregious, informally Greg, and this is my introduction.
In the past X years of my existence the general content and implications of my work has moved from the painfully and irreconcilably obvious (though as a child this is more-or-less acceptable), to the slightly more painfully and only so much less irreconcilable emotional destitution of high school (grammar school being a fictitious black hole, a joke on the common man by God, or gods), to the alacritous tedium and precision of working-class-minimum-wage-slave-drone blather, and has at this point settled on the vague and beautiful only a late blooming college eidolon such as myself can muster.
I am absolutely aware my last paragraph was one sentence, and to be honest it kind of bothers me. After all, whether sensically or nonsensically, writing should portray a sense of understandable communication. He said she said I said you said that I loved you. What did you just say?
I suppose in my time here I may lust after explanations for such intense topics as love, war, and ice cream, but for the time being I am much too tired and this is getting redundant.
This is getting redundant.
