My friends call me Jester.
You know the guy that leaps out of the box if you yank his crank.
In all reality I am probably more like a renaissance leprechaun.
I find myself to be tottering on the brink of intuitive forced chaos and advent bipolar elliptical symmetry.
A leprechaun trapped inside the jack in the box. What a perplexing predicament.
Who will be caught off guard next?
Perhaps some malignant persnikety shmuck with a lack of self-awareness and a disturbing ability to not give any attention to detail!
Dear, dear….
I may come across as an itsy bit cynical at the start, but that’s probably just a defense against seeming to easily swayed by creative illusional delusions.
Hmmmmm We hit the key words….
Repeat after me…… creative Illusional delusions.
Is that not the role of the of the Leprechaun??????
I have no control of it. I will be swayed by creative illusions come hell or high water.
But remember… you can yank the crank on the box knowing only THAT
I will leap out of the box but you will not know WHEN!!!
You have many choices here …. Turn the crank very slow or very fast. MEDIUM…
Turn it sdrawkcab, Ignore every thing and don’t turn the crank at all. Decisions, Decisions, Decisions……..