when the dark monkey whispers... always listen

like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad

Lots of talk about the Higgs boson particle floating around.  Say what you want, believe what you want, about the origin of the universe, but the bottom line is the universe is a strange fucking place.  Why do people waste their precious fucking time trying to figure it out?  The universe is complex.  No one will ever truly figure it out.  Just like no one will ever truly figure anything out.  Take my finger, for example.  I woke up this morning with what appeared to be a paper cut on the tip.  It wasn’t sore.  There was no sign of blood.  But I could clearly see a slit that looked exactly like a paper cut.  And I was curious because I had no recollection of cutting my finger, or hurting it in any way.  But that’s not unusual.  Shit happens.  And then a little while ago I reached for a piece of paper on my desk and I felt a sharp pain, like I had just gotten a paper cut.  When I looked at my finger, the same one that had the aforementioned cut, the only wound I saw was the same slit I saw earlier, only now it had a touch of blood in the gap.  And it was stinging like a motherfucker.  Is it possible that I cut myself on the exact same spot twice?  Or was their some sort of universe-fucking-with-me going on?  Fuck if I know.  All I know is that I am currently wishing someone would lick up and down the shaft of my cock so as to keep my mind off of the pain from the paper cut.  Oh, and I believe the movie the Matrix is not far from the truth.