my conscious decision to make this the only non-video post with a capital letter means something. it is significant, it has implications. it is a contradiction, paradoxical. it was definitive. yet it's substance, "it," signifies the lack of certainty. the state of my Being. Me. Geoff. this guy geoff, jeff. it took many decades but finally one day i reflected on the name used to designate me, and i became the other, a stranger, confused by this person i bumped into, named jeff, geoff, it was both because it was new, previously unknown, it was all so bizarre. "jeff?" i said. wow that is weird, that is my name? it is odd, i didn't "feel" this for all these years. that designation was seen through the eyes of all non-jeffs perceiving jeffs as some Other. as i utter these words i am in the state of Might; conflicted with the desire to create in the confines of my solitude on one hand and appease my good friends pleas to see me out tonight represented in the form of intermittent text messages riddling the duration of this log on the other. as each character spits out of my fingers, and each second wears on, i perpetuate my state. as i continue to slump in my chair, i exaggerate my condition. my affliction. but it is time to end this nonsense. poppycock poppy, Cock. i exit. wish me lcuk (conscious decision to leave this spelling error be). maybe.
