So I begin this new and revised Dz space with a salute to the old. Can’t you hear the bugle playing Taps already? I am not one for updates so much, probably why I never went into the software field. If it ain’t workin’ just write the sucker from sk-sk-sk scratch I say. Not to say the old one wasn’t working because obviously some people dug it (you know who you are) but it’s necessary to rewrite the code to move forward. Ya dig kids! Once again repeating the same thing over and over gives you the same results. Sooner or later we must push beyond what we comfortable with and move into the new and unknown. In true Dz form I shall dive into the entropic system of life with a full frontal lobe of consequential lobotomy proportions. One to never just ease my way into something. I prefer to instead believe that my ignorance is a cunning and sly ego trick to further keep Me confined to this perpetual system of autonomous cause and effect. If you didn’t get that last sentence don’t feel bad neither did I ;). My synapses don’t quite fire the way the use to. I do think a re-read is in order. OH YA! Now I get it, sort of. Where was I? Cause and effect, ah yes that’s it. What you put in is what you get out. Input the same thing into a system (this is me) and the resulting output is well……the same. Pete and repeat are suddenly your friends and you really don’t want them in your Top 8. So in order to progress we must begin with Dz OS 3.
Are you confused as to why you’re still reading my albatross of literary economic verbage? Me too. I triumph with a beating on my chest that you desire something of substance from this sea of information anemones that blabber to the infinitesimal amount of people who actually care about your ‘space’. I too want something that brings a vibrant of color to what appears to be a black and white highway of superficial insignificance. Who is this? You may have asked yourself when you clicked. Who are you I ask? Looking in, in an anonymous fashion statement directed into Alice’s mirror. I Am all the things behind me and I am all the things in front of me all at the same time. Step into ‘my’ paradox unless of course ur skurd. It seems as though we all live more multiple lives than a schizophrenic with Alzheimer’s. Who do we know in the ‘real’ world and what do they actually know about us? What do we let them know? What pieces of this jagged broken personality have they cared to decipher long enough even to form their own jagged broken opinion of who and what we are? And let’s no forget the ‘virtual’ world where people ‘seem’ to let their hair down like Repunzel on ecstasy. So before you break out your glow sticks and brushes, let it be known that as I look out into the landscape of infinite monkeys I defy you and stare @ myself with mirrors in front and in back of me to see how far I can go. So do not think for a moment that this is not intended for you and for me.
We are all in a six degree world of sociopathic networks and economic development to possibly find other people like us who might want to create something of significance with us. But how do we find people like ourselves if we don’t even know who we are?
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