Not another Jumpstart?!

Procrastination is the mother of all stagnation.

For it was this very word that prevented the Duff from continuing his posts here, and the sharing of his mundane life with an audience that he permits himself the luxury of conjuring up in bouts of fantastic exodii from reality.

For each time he tried to put finger to keyboard, or even entertaining hte thought of wanting to type something out on this platform, another would easily come along and pull him away from his original intent. Whenever he elaborates in his mushy collection of synapses a running rhetoric on the state of the world around him, a stray errand would prevent him from establishing his essay onto the bits and bytes of the ether. In short, he has ADD.

Perhaps in this incarnation of You Are The Truth, the final perpetual beta (an oxymoron if there ever was one), would emerge, and a constant stream of tidbits of shared consciousness with race memory would be allowed to see the light of day. Perhaps, finally, he would find the discipline to stick to a fucking schedule.

We'll see. The past few months since the last post had been tumultuous to say the least, and would be utterly an exercise in futility to dredge the events up and place them on the mantelpiece all at one go. Hence, he would break them down into worms of shared experience and let them drill to the surface, and to dump them unto the big bright world above. For his Truths to intrude into all others, and amalgamate into a mutated blob of life.