yep...

furthermore it has recently come to my attention {probably what with the birthday rolling around.. yeah nothing else} that i no longer feel the need to melt my face, and go about confronting the mirrors of my conceptual self.

but twist an evening off into strange relevance with the post-neo-modern-shamanistic rituals that come without hesitation to the cat in the fool-hardy hat...

{and because i kinda feel like it i will}

relate this to the whole 'freaking out the squares' thing that one feels compelled to do after refusing to fly either east or west. of course we're all familiar with the pitfuls of conforming to non-conformity {well some of us} and that leaves this great big hollow gap where once strange guerilla theater was occuring, and i know in so many ways it is still occuring, it's just not being deciminated across wide lines of awareness...

is this good or bad?

the finite jester refuses to comment on any posts made under the influence until he is off the influence, excepting in rare occasions which he may or may not comment upon as they do or do not occur, being completely seperate issues from whatever it is that i was bloggin'bout...

the finite jester refuses his to right to start the offhand making sense