don't read anything into this

(take it that it's for your entertainment, and my " "--->any english word that is along the lines of "fa xie" )

It's almost funny how things can go hideously wrong. Right now, my life must be testing heaven tectonics with all the divine beings (angels/deities/air/whatever you believe) rolling on the floor laughing at me. *looks up* Tell me, am I entitled to free entry after this? *dodges wings* THANKS!

But before I start mimicking foolish Icarus and his holy ascend (and descend – proof of global warming in Grecian times!), I should ask myself why the ‘heaven’ should I care? Life should have told me by now that human power is really nothing but the ability to eat, sleep, breathe, and ensure the continuation of species, a function that is under threat even now, what with all the unhealthy exposure to (men) radiation and (women) education.

URGH. What the heaven am I saying?

I hate my current writing style, it does nothing but lapse into sarcasm from time to time. Where is the writer's sensitivity and attunement to the finely woven threads of existence? Where is the ability to FEEL? I FEEL NOTHING BUT CONTEMPT, fellow masqueraders!

Dear heaven, where is my humanity?

Maybe I should lay off blogging for a while; I end up saying nothing I want to say.

I need to believe again.