…..a novelty. In the end it turned out to be nothing more than a fuckin’ novelty. Plain and simple and as lower-cased as that. Nothing complicated or nuanced or multi-layered or cryptically remarkable about it. Just a fuckin’, plain and simple, human-nature-enticing novelty. And thus he was left to malinger and mope around back on Square One for a while longer, only this time majorly further advanced down his singular path of life from when he first started pursuing the promising endeavor eons and eons ago. Or at least that’s the way it seemed during this bewildering moment of introspection if one voluntarily accepts the fundamental premise of Einstein’s extensive writings regarding relativity, and why shouldn’t you considering the disheveled, long-dead guy just looks like a fulminating intellectual five times smarter than anyone a normal person typically associates with? Yes, unfortunately, all of his distasteful soul searching and self-flagellation owed itself to a fuckin’ novelty that he gladly genuflected to and fell head-over-heels in love with and gladly flattered himself over as well, yet without embracing any cogent thought process addressing the inevitable consequences that he would climactically and disappointedly face as a direct result of his bullheadedness and take-no-prisoners approach to the matter. Oh yeah yeah yeah, he had been wrong—Dead wrong!—about the whole fuckin’ thing from the very outset, but only now were the pigeons coming home to roost and the horses returning to their rightful stalls in the stable. Only now was the obnoxious piper clamoring to be paid yet, most disturbing of all, he had no money left in his pockets to pay that cocksure, braying son-of-a-bitch…..
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