To Exit the Box

Beginnings are rough when done poorly, so sense behooves me to start the act richly, however such a policy encourages the crits to crit and the wannabes to freeze, so my beginning, this start, is rough for the sake of no excuses regarding whence I came when the top finds me, which may or may not happen within year under normal circumstances, but will, under my control, breathe in a matter of weeks.


The plan, nowadays' name, avoids me like it has since my progressive dive from the water into the air, so, instead of wasting my limited net of energy in attempts to catch it, I will transform that energy into a force removing said unfound's choice to turn away. Reversing the point of view, in my perspective, also shifts the attention, (reverses it, you poor keep uppers!) so my medium of action through creating inclines comes with the super fun side effect of free rather than feed power.

You are my audience, however, so, while your attention to my prose belongs to me at the moment, as evidenced by the fact that your eyes are looking at these letters and forming them into familiar words, the choice is yours whether you continue to be such a Santa Claus. Good luck to your mind in the decision process, and goodbye to your attention for the moment, leave now, so that you have the choice, so that the problem is yours.

P.S. do not be confused by the fact that this post has nothing to do with the title of the blog, beginnings have to be weird to garner, so this beginning is weird. that is the logic, you be the judge. bid thee farewell.