A man obsessed for knowledge
This hunger artist cannot read fast enough to satiate an immense appetite and unquenchable thirst to acquire learning from the millenniums fount of cumulative chance revelations (or deliberate intent to validate a premise vis a vis via investigative research), thus unwittingly setting alight an intense inquisitiveness sans this curious George primate experienced the equivalent of mental priaprism), whose every waking hour, (when not tending toward the basic needs for survival as a seemingly foreigner in this helter skelter, madcap, slaphappy, whirled wide web) expended to enrich the yawping immeasurable volume this fist size shrouded within skull and cross bones, a vast scope of innumerable chunks of fascinating, fortifying, and fulfilling various subject matters, that when persued to an approximate logical conclusion.
These sundry shiny, salutary nuggest of wisdom send a surge within this white knight of orgasmic sensations coursing throughout each neuron and axon of this gourmand famished for (imagine if you will) overflowing platters full of juicy, fruity, and bounty tea full volumes of incredible edible raw bit size (since thy upper denture functions most satisfactorily with byte size tidbits of savory, tasty, ultimately vaunted mouthwatering tidbits teasing me to such fancyfeast (as one godaddy) heightening inexplicable joie de vivre keen longing making tongue lick lips in anticipation to partake from smorgasboard of expansive culinatary cuisines.
Though nada lick of evidence concluded that hair color plays a role, (especially plait tin ham), I chose an arbitrary (without arbitration, deliberation, or genuflection) hair raising experiment to be blonde courtesy of hydrogen peroxide as a last ditch effort to increase the rate my noggin can absorb page after page of sought after printed information, less to impress anybody, but more so to satisfy an incessantly voracious yen to understand, which (as a minor side effect) increases the weight of thine fifty plus shades of gray cerebral matter.
Thee correlation asper whether a lighter tinted non natural tone of genetically decreed follicles (sprouting within Ziegfield Follies like tender brownian growth thread wide spindles in the case of myself), I certainly experienced, invited, and measured quantifiable uptick in incidents involving being queried as a schnorrer in a city where the streets lack any names) adorning straggly strands striving superiorly (regaling this uber ville wondrous tourist) with crackling, popping, and snapping electrical charges, which (as a side note) allow, enable and provide a pronounced ability, whereby contests of pages gets vacuumed within a blink of an eye to imbibe (without any adverse reaction of heady inebriation jeopardizing body, mind or sprit of Brexit ting away from eye Yankee doo dill confounding basic auburn zillions of tough proteins called keratin.
Hopefully this answers a question addressed from thine yougest of two sisters (who questioned the if wondered the decision to apply a healthy dose of hydrogen peroxide upon tippy top of this egghead, which some obvious non-permanent lighter tinged mop top), may know what prodded this peculiar hair brained schema.
A head strong likelihood, she will still puzzle over a quasi-understandable rash motive, and deduce this sole brother, as being a bit fried, scrambled, or poached.
This never ending ongoing everquest for amassing as much valuable dollops of knowledge (carnal and otherwise) only guesses that a seed spore got planted when this Homo Sapien a whippersnapper and germinated over the ensuing decades – almost LX in Roman numerals – never to abate, but increasing in intensity from birth til this very instance.
A postulate could be stated (without being matter of factly proven asper my weight in dandruff flakes, nor simulated), that this sudden impulsive whim to sprinkle (and daub here and there) indiscriminate areas along my astymmetcially butchered, cropped, dreaded (self scissored) topiary.
The resultant micro-environmental impact (asper this miniscule oblate spheroid papa's putty fil led thinker) interestingly enough seems to evince an infinitesimal markedup, quickened, torqued, and undeniable value whereat X-rays reveal more vibrant encased hemispheric hotbed humming with what (experts studying spongiform material) vouchsafe as a most definite smidgen spike, where the art of literary creativity concerned.
Who knows whoat might happen if this generic, idiotic, kinetic (Medtronic sponsored endeavor) if this Dharma bum (albeit harmless, nameless, and senseless) might choose a glow in the dark hot pink hue as stimulating the literary goal of yours truly to experience increased sparks of literary output.
Now that this atypical, decimal edging fifty nine January thirteenths (comb two thousand and eighteen) seems to dabble in harmless, meaningless, rudderless oar a tour rick hull whatsapp pro pre yet to him, other family members, friends, strangers, et cetera) might make a mental note (by Jeeves) to keep their distance lest me erratic, frenetic, kinetic lunatic quirkiness could be contagious, which reclusive quality pleases me.
This disengagement with the human population at large, or one lone hearts club bandy legged music-minded Beatle browed cretin with diametrically oppossed tenets to the status quo translates into increased hours to whittle wordsworth vacuous, vapid vernacular verses, especially ideal for any rabbit breader to spend without contributing to his/her purpose driven life, YES this bit of yikyak paddy whack give snoop doggy dog a bone a near perfectly splashed valueless yacking burst of baloney.
Mayan lee ripple lye would be that some itty bitty teensy weensy cognitive entertainment galvanized internal kickstarter making occular quest striving to vacuum up weasly, wordy, windy...woeful demonstration of inetptitude here to avoid reading any subsequent material birthed via this author.
Much more blather could be spun forth on par with total fluff er nutter filler, this word wrangler could find himself a New York Times best seller at the expense of dying his wavy locks an off beat color of red, white and blue to be excoriated, lambasted and vilified, yet proud to be an American!
This tender as tinder, twittering thought provoking, tumblr (from the instagramming, shutterflying, snapchatting chattering chap), tries to accrue a treasure trove of thoroughly mind bending mental fodder.
Upon said food for thought aperitif, I srcupulously scrutinize, catalyze, analyze, et cetera any unfamiliar piece de la resistance information.
Such novel discovery of datum (acquired thru never tiring exercise of reading, or perchance overheard mentioned by another) undergoes rigorous mortise and tenonvetting process before being welcomed aboard my subatomic size mini Leviathan, where a trial period of observation elapses before this alien bric a brac subsumed under the auspices of the designated driver who unloads the contents.
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