Mind-boggling rebuff. Flower flipping. Ectasy mixed with mushrooms.

Sittin, wonderin about these days, translatin by the way my Vogue. Right, those days, when everyone is gushing over a portal, I think, I lost something, or someone when it comes to me. Once in a blue moon I perpetuate such crime and peek at theze. Frankly, am not fond of thiz scrap of web, but when goin through partly brain-washed masses feel, no, not like an outcast, cos am not of the opinion, I lost something by not joining in 'em wicked forces, but like what I gained personally, the whole entirety I made with lace gloved hands is depreciating either the value and freshness, alas its appeal. Was I solely an elusive figment of [mine] imagination? Was I gathering, collecting pieces of me all the time, while they, maybe, were like asleep? Now, that the worst, heaviest part has been bashed out [read: 's become more spread all over] they, as if shitty monsters, ugly, muddling 'em selves up are reaching the masterpiece. Instance? Not so long ago, was I treated on the conditions of a persona non grata when claimed immeasurable adoration to Japan. Nowadays self's ears' been flooded hearing similar provided the same. Do they want to be able to grant em selves a name of the first, original, unique. If so, it everything 'll be "so called", never genuine in their performance. Pay attention, how splendidly the word 'performance' suits here. It emphasizes the sense of my statement. They are the pretenders nothing more refined. Am the man of refinement. I have no idea of how they can grasp the immense philosophy[?] I've built from the scratch. Now, what can they do? I dare say, they are nothing to do, but poke out what ihm not gefahlt. Meanwhile their sole commitment is to catch up with the latest messages on the portal. They ruffle my feathers. That makes the fur fly! Ludicrously, bracing my hands against saying "what am I to do if I can't have you/without you". It's the same like state about self that is unconscious about its value, don't know self's [life] aim, is helpless like Bridget J. what I sorely condemn, affronting. Intentionally lead to a three days 'quarantine', tearing apart, not even thinking about any forms of trying to break it from the other side initially. Surprisingly found myself in reconsideration of this matter. What happened to miss Independent? We know it's for a good sake for each other. Gonna see, eagerly what will come out. Finally came to a conclussion, that my fears are only phantoms of laziness , as its the result of free days. I'd better get to work straight away.