i realize that most of the time my text in this medium is hard for you readers to understand which throws the eccentric confidence of my prose into a whim of dismay, and while i can fully understand how my layered allegorical style is a bit more than arms lengths away, i still kind of expect my peers to quasi grasp the proofread intricacies that i take when jotting down the lines of association..........and as i go along my seasonal streaks of writing/reading, i realized a certain aspect of myself that i go to instinctive-effortless lengths not to reveal is the only thing that i should focus on in order to finely hone the writing into a poignantly profound chunk of pages.....   

i no longer watch espn or foodtv, other than the big screen and blockbuster culture, i'm completely aloof to up-to-the-minute pop culture....

"This is what it feels like: you walk into a room and the door locks behind you and you spend a little while panicking, looking around for a key or a window or something, and then when you realize that there is no way out, you start to make the best of what you've got.  You try out the chair, and you realize that ti's actually not uncomfortable, and there's a TV, anda couple of books, and there's a fridge stocked with food. You know, how bad can it be?" - hornby.