I pursue the meager life with a few garish exceptions. I see no purpose in order. I try not to judge. I try not to make decisions. I'm taking time off and may never take it on again. I'm getting back my sense of reality and don't want to discuss it. I'm doing very well now, thank you. I've learned a harmless thing or two. Pardon me, I am so inept at identity. All my eclectic studying - worthless. By any means deliver me from special occasions. I dislike surprises. I cannot whistle or snap my fingers. I am never bored because I am never boring. I am programed for impulse but lack true desire. It feels the same whether you pretend or not. I am sought after, accosted, but never found. My demands were not met. With my good humor and cheerful, thoughtless mien I have caused a lot of trouble. I dashed a hope and dimmed an ardor. Every day is Christmas Eve. I talk to the animals but they do not talk to me. I am beyond your code. I have never been with a woman and I make no attempt to conceal my success. I prefer not finishing things to having them end on their own terms. There is quite a lot of knowledge I have no interest in. Luck is not involved and wit and caution are useless. When in doubt snicker. I never make an acquaintance before one o'clock. All answers are annoying. What I thought was the cause is instead the consequence. Some things I refuse to bear. I inspire innuendo, if not slander. I count the stars to stay awake. I'm not what you expected. Take me seriously at your own risk.