Back, from the hairy grave

Oddly enough, as it might seem rather untimely to the common folk of any such region, I have grown a very muchfulness in this lapse. And am quite very, in congruently different like a spider is to a giraffe or a pebble and a piece of cheese. Yes, I look back and remember all my adventures and hold them closer than i could have premonitioned in my sleep. It is strange, not to tell the least, but people do change and forgetting is a habit probably worth forgetting to do, a trick worthy only to a very brave few. But remembering who i was and who i am is really quite helpful in deciding who i will be. and even if no one ever read my blogs, i thank the world for letting me express my uniquely twisted mind in a way that it was thought of being popularized in the greatness of itself. the world not myself haha. Thank you and goodnight