A handsome piece of deformity.

That said, I really don’t know what to make of the situation. Truly, how does one bring peace to a world whose air is polluted by ducks and kittens, a world where rabbits can’t possibly find their teeth despite maps clearly marked? A damn shame, I tell you. A damn shame.

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But, on a serious note, I do have things to update about; I simply need to post them. There are times when, despite all efforts to the contrary, the days, weeks, months fly by with minimal fanfare and no notice. Time’s accelerating and history a piece of architecture, both gloriously constructed and infinitely faceted, though eclipsed by my many-form as I fly through. Wish the bloody world would stop for a minute, two even, so I could admire all that I see around me and live life fully. I’m tired of having to read about the past, even my own, through texts and scribbled notes; I’d prefer to experience it as it happens, rather than in retrospect when I get the chance to stop for a breather.

“Why am I suddenly here? I don’t remember driving or walking to this place. Is it only some existential terror that makes me feel as though I have been newly brought into the world with a full set of memories and a purpose already prepared for me?”

With the completion of all (well, not all — never all — but most) work-related obligations, I’ve found myself in the dire clutches of… sloth! Yes, sloth.

NOTE: For those keeping count, I’m the phallic pole of wood being gripped by… ack. Ok. No more sexual imagery. Maybe. Yack.

A lackadaisical attitude has grasped me to its heaving bosom and, frankly, refuses to let go. Kick and scream as I might, I seem to be stuck here — here being the place I’m currently in, my home office — wherein I while away the hours reading, listening to music, and playing computer games. Not a bad existence, really, just one that does not lend itself lightly to blog buggery.

Anyways. With an email prompt from my kid-sister, well, my ass has been kicked into gear and, at long last, here’s a fabled Sickson Update!

To those brave few who have read this far, the rest of this message has been scribed in braille. To read, press your fingers firmly to the screen and rub vigorously. However, make certain to eat a tub of Kentucky Fried Chicken first as greased fingers ensure minimal friction for that smooth and easy-reading feeling.