Random things happen, that is life. Its more than choas, its hillarious. Are we not all but the product of some fortuitous math gone awry?
Lost in the world of imagination, I find myself delaying reality. For what I do not know. Voyeuristic pleasures. Painful endeavours. Rejected, or mearly dejected, can you ever be sure?
172 short, more or less german and well described as so intelligent that I am an idiot -certainly not smart as I would put such talent to better use if I were.
At any rate aime is about a 1/3 of my procrastination habit, if you include sleep to account for another third and do enjoy discussing it.
So leave a message, I will most definately reply at a point in time.