nor will i ever be, nor will i ever attempt to be, nor will i ever be able to pronounce that name; i would have more luck speaking the language of the ancients in the sunken city of rl'yeh. but i suppose that's the kind of luck you get when you are born into cvc society and are expected to be ccv. it's just cruel. speaking of which, cvs is an interesting store to go to and leave shortly thereafter. it's not good for much else unless you need to buy groceries, or cigarettes, or some nasal medication and a pack of condoms, or so people can look at you funny. they do have food there though, that redeems them mostly. well, not even mostly, more like somewhat there.

anyways, on the subject of words which i have no hope of ever pronouncing, no matter how much i dedicate myself to it, i enjoy chicken. fried chicken, to be precise. i enjoy the crunchy skins and such on the fried chicken when it comes from popeye's, which is interesting because i don't eat my spinach. it's only vaguely reminiscent! and i am not entirely strong to the finish, but i am still determined to outlast that guy. you know. yog-sothoth.

i sometimes wonder what it's like to be a god, then i realize, no i don't.