There it is, the reality clicked. Me cayo el 20. What a phrase. I chose to be where I'm at at this conjecture in life. Concious or inconcoisuly. It's not bad at all, it's actually better than I imagined, it's just had I imagined more I'd still be here. The size of the dream didn't matter. In the end, I saw it, didn't get there exactly how I hoped, but got there. Weird. Guess it just takes a bit to get there. It's kind of funny, as most these ramblings are truly meaningless in all means of this. The only time it would mean something is if I did something metoric. But even doing that wouldn't make these mean anything. Given I'm still living, still bored, still sailing. Not sure what else much I could ask for. Still farsically mathin, but man it's fun. No better way to troll than with a proof. Holy shit, it's been a minute I guess, it reminds me of the inaliable post; inalienable post, cause I'm happy. I guess there is a fun to the misery; Soy un hombre muy honrado Que me gusta lo mejor Las mujeres no me faltan Ni el dinero, ni el amor; It use to piss me off when I'd be reading something and they would write it in another language, but give that I think in more than one there is sometimes no way to translate the feeling something elicits in such brevity.