Dear Creator,

What on earth happened to 22? I thought I wrote that post a month ago. It's a pity...I love writing but it has somehow slipped from my fingers. But of course, it's 2.30am and I have a job tomorrow, not to mention the fat piling scrumptious breakfast at McDonalds I promised to the other interesting humans in a few hours. Mmm. Worth it. Not the food obviously.

The word 'application' seems to sum it up nicely. Application blooming from the sheer force of questioning the methods propelling me to test them. Some of them work, some wobble, and some seem like a dream in a dream or an actor acting an actors role. Which is more real? The actor or the actor? Bah another sentence bigger than my comprehension but too tantalizing for my appetite of the un-kapishables. Do I really have to pen down everything i think when I do take the time to; jumping from mushroom to mushroom? Oh but it's a balloon of fun though. While it lasts. Flimsy. Flimsy stacks of sentences forming some sort of structure I'd like to call a blogpost every once in awhile. It might take flight like a goofy albatross or it might sink with the other Picasso's. But seriously what does the effort grow? Considering the great timing of what is now 2.42am. Let loose and let flow. Merely because of that, love. For the sole reason of gushing the slosh in our brains to collide with your brain's slosh. And so we continue to add a great deal of Earl, Darjeeling, Peach, Lemon, Chamomile into the same teapot not entirely sure of the teabag's source and genuinity. We are beautifully confused. I notice it. I love it.

So...application. Sugar cubes. Wait, what's brewing first? Nevermind that. But what about it's flavor? Undistinguishable and muddled. But sugar helps. Real sugar always pleases. A sort of unprepared, reckless, uncooked application of 22's vows. Yet still, good sugar. Application, sugar. 

Wait what? I have no clue. Beautifully confused and content. Walk the plank and enjoy the seabreeze. 2.56am. Why now? Because the self-surprising mind gains comfort in it's capabilities to impress itself. A self-sustaining ego booster.

Oh, really now, because for a second I thought you had no conclusion my friend. Sort of kind of true. Well lets make one.

Yes.

Everything I just wrote sums up the feel of 22's underlying soul. Which is?

I am clearly not sure.

But that's good.

3.08am