The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

Shall I post to my blog the thoughts of my stupidity? A perspective limited to self delusion and endless confusion. Lazy as I am, the findings will be limited, to a mere touch of simplicity. Stupid I am, silent in revelation, a boring consternation.

Contradiction, fools for the newest revelation. There is a falsehood in trepidation. Stupidity, I reject your ability to hamper me creatively. Through serendipity I shall embrace you. However as stupidly you smile, I will be here for a little while. Dulled, culled the brain, picked clean, the stupid machine.

For a lack of vocabulary, I end without creation, only left with contemplation...