i foolly[sic] realize that this may be a little late in coming, but nonetheless, here it is, my birthday present to myself:
i hereby declare that i am no longer thirty-one years of age, and that from this day forward i am now 23 years old; until such time as i see fit to GROW THE FUCK UP, YO.
i couldn’t be more serious, or more preposterous. all at once, which i think is the best way to be ANYthing. besides, i haven’t truly felt, except for a few odd days here and there, as if i were more than twenty-three years old since i was twenty-three and a half years old anyways. so fuck it.
i mean, who am i to say where time stops and starts? who am i to declare that space is either infinite, or is not infinite? all time is arbitrary. YAY! all space is arbitrary. YAY! you and i are arbitrary. YAY! love, and life, and revolution are all arbitrary. YAY! happiness and posthumous collections of our recorded works are arbitrary. YAY! freedom itself is arbitrary. YAY! there is no such thing as absolutes in a universe this fucking truly god damned humongously gargantuan. YAY! there is only the Second Law, and no other. YAY! nothing is true; everything is permissible. YAY!
YAY! hail Eris! all hail Discordia! misplaced bodhisattvas attack! YAY!!!
