Yammerings About Myself

This is a stream of consciousness work about myself. So if you really want to know what I'm all about...read it up.

Only rock climbers and conservatives may attain the rank of implacable magnificence in this caste system of a social standard. I’m redoing this assignment because the internet is a rather insidious invention. What is not? Rock’n’roll. Greatest invention after cheese and another substance that will remain anonymous. Anonymity is boring. Forget what other people think. Be yourself. Like Steve.
Stephen Lawhead < Steve Lawhead. Fantasy and science fiction infiltrate my brain with pointless expertise. Lasers. Monsters. And Warp drives!
But it’s an art.
Art is a guilty pleasure of mine. It in truth incurs absolutely no guilt. Myself, being an artist, relates with the work of other men and women that perform such miracles. I’m not Michelangelo.
Call me Caleb.
Call me German.
Grandmother. Mother. Uncle. Grandfather. All German. Anything with “German” in it deserves a medal. Germany. Germans. Germanic. German. Germanesque. Germ. Man.
Man, created by God a couple thousand years ago, is such a drag. Pathetic even.
Man, not woman, is given a complex and tenuous situation with his counterpart. Communion with said opposite sex is essential for world peace. Otherwise it has dramatic, malicious repercussions.
World War II commenced when Eleanor Roosevelt broke up with Hitler. Allegedly.
I love a good story.
Like science fiction. Or a small piece of stream of conscienceness about me.
Or anything with implacable magnificence.
Or about rock climbers or conservatives.
Or…me.