the query surrounding the "aperceptibleTM" and surrounding of this surrounding

this tuesday uneventful as any other tuesday is where there begins an interesting exercise in fidelity. a scant three month ago, i had just launched upon the most terrifying and exciting time of my life. that it could be a dream as always those dreams torment me i know not. the fidelity of 20 years of rage, prior there would have sufficed a tear, a tantrum, a devious twist of drama, but now newly honed and revealed, its shroud cast about as detritus, was this pure venom of angst.

stripped me of all the possessions i thought were dear, but alas determinedly saccharine. with that stripping came the stripping of fear and the comforts of knowing that doing was not really doing; nor required thinking, for if one is to think, really really hard, one is quite pressed to explain anything with any precision we call truth.

a trisket a trasket a green and yellow basket...
my car color is midnight blue...
forgive me dear reader, but what is the point to our drivel? how it is that we are to convert higher potential energy into lower potential energy? finite less?
bric a brac... all the lines of code
figurines... the executable, really mr geek, what is it you are making except a world as addictive as it toothless and drivelsome. the martha stewarts of metal and electronic circuit boards. your drivel is her drivel, is an exercise in the futility of recreational plagiarism, the geeks and the martha's making baubles so you don't have contemplate the reason why you have feces coming from your arse and why you are here at all.

and to contemplate is the death knoll. that is the real rub, that you can contemplate at all, that your shitting is not merely autonomic as you watch for predators, but that you contemplate its shape and size; remark or make note on its color for various health reasons. this is our shared burden, the "burden of sentienceTM" and this where our story begins...