You gotta credit the Yella Fella for keepin' his product, YellaWood, what my builder called Osmose to construct muh house and front/back deck, out in the eyes and ears of customers while havin' fun talkin' about it, too. He goes in muh book as a real person.
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I've come to the conclusion that I don't exist and found verification through the fact that none of the characters in this parallel universe of a blog have ever talked with/to me.
Sure, I am the current leader and, by leading, I have sway over the billions of imaginary people who live on this imaginary planet with the imaginary me.
It's the writer's dilemma staring me in the face again, a mirror at the end of a deadend corner of the maze I've written myself into.
If I only have sway over the imaginary world, then what I am doing in real life?
Nothing, it seems.
I am not wholly part of virtuality or wholly part of reality.
The plot of my life is full of holes rather than wholes but don't call me holy.
I just happened to be here in this time with you - you found the wonders of life with or without me by virtue of being the states of energy we call the human condition.
When I was five, I realised I was part of the living dead.
It has been an interesting journey ever since.
All I can do is help the living find their way through this dark maze.
My time here was done a long time ago.
Back to sleep I go, back to the condition these states of energy call meditation.
It's all I know.
Why I wanted to be a hermit living in the woods.
The real nonexistent me.
Happy.
Free of the chains of modern technology.
I'm still trying to get free, aren't I, despite digging myself deeper?
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