3/9/26 - They Say It's Spring
I guess there's a certain fashion where I know it's spring, because I feel really depressed now that the sun is out, and I can feel myself being perceived more closely. I thought maybe I'd start this one with some plain speak before I settle into a more comfortable gait of reflective rumination. I only have a mind for literary prose, so I'm trying to change that. I can't articulate myself in a language more real, in manners more familiar and colloquial. My brain is poisoned by pontifications and poetry, and as the sickness starts to settle in for another season, I start to feel the claw of fatalism sink it's talons deeper into my brain. I wish I could think like a real person. I think Tiffany Pollard is the most beautiful woman on Earth. Why can't I be more like her? I guess I've learned some ugly things about myself through the phyrric blessings of the Lord. God gave me what I thought I wanted, and I realized how little I truly know. I gave a rousing sp...