Why hello there, Internet. It's me. Your fist-gripping, annoyingly credulous ghost-like virtual friend.Do you know that feeling where there are gazillion trillion things, feelings and words you want to release and scream? But when you do open your mouth, nothing comes out. Zilche. It is that untrappable feeling where all you seem to hear are chirping birds and tight held up breaths. So.... Let's just skip all awkward shenanigans and just jump right in to it. Shall we?
I just finished reading ALL my posts. Posts that can be miraculously summed up into two teeth-grinders that happen to both begin with two dreaded A's-- ANGST and ANGER. I panicked. I was apprehensive and chafed. And I will beat you to it by saying that it was verily quite a ride. I can tell you right this weary moment that it is not one of those theme park adrenaline-pumping rides we all line half of an entire day for. It is the overbearingly existing kind, an amateurishly composed script for a rejected movie about a hormonally unstable girl that at the beginning had her heart pulverized into unsightly micro pieces of dust, and then with the fast-pace nature of life, by moving on she realized that in her mischievous subconscious, what she desperately seek for is paternal-love. From there on, a loop-DE-loop of shitholes had emerged. That somehow, in the semi-distorted position she is in now, she has managed to dodge all these and maintain the perpetual state of whatever it is that she is in. (Which is yet to be found out) Confusing, I know.
Well. I guess it is finally safe to say that I am breathing again. Almost full inhales of oxygenous, smoggy and semi-herbaceous air. My nostrils couldn't be more thrilled. Lungs flaring with excitement. Taste buds curious and are refusing to settle for the mundane. People who know me can tell you that I am quite the eater. I was greedy for grease. Too greasy for green. And too green for solemnity. But this appetite has evolved into something different entirely. Though butterfingers, peanut butter cups and cheetos are still occasional, alleviating flings. But what I want now is something bigger, not in quantity but bona fide, unadulterated quality- the world. The world and its entire greatness. The sensations of life without its limits. And I'm ready for that now. I am all set, and well... hungry.
Now I pledge to you my precious, precious reader: I, Hungry Rosey, a self-propagating catalyst to an expedition to true supremely transcending greatness (superlative overload), my cheapo 10-inch knife on one hand, utensils on the other, shall delve, smell, taste, touch and experience the very essence of God's magnum opus-- life.
Let's go! Melodic burps await!
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