A bookish bound man obsessed for knowledge
This hunger artist cannot read volumes of printed material fast enough to satiate an immense appetite and unquenchable thirst to acquire learning from the millenniums gushing fount of cumulative chance revelations (or deliberate intent to validate a premise vis a vis via investigative research), thus unwittingly setting alight an intense inquisitiveness; subsequently this curious George primate experienced the equivalent of mental priapism), whose every waking hour, (when not tending toward the basic needs for survival as a seemingly foreigner anonymous survivor, (a johnny come lately jimmied, fortified, and buffeted nasty short, and brutish brute - courtesy earth, wind and fire) in this helter skelter, madcap, slaphappy, whirled wide web) expended to enrich the yawping immeasurable volume constituting his fist size sixty plus shades of gray matter shrouded within skull and lovely cross bones, a vast scope of innumerable chunks of fascinating, fortifying, and fulfilling various subject matters, that when pursued to an approximate logical conclusion leaves unabated feverish frenzy for learning, but said Pavlovian predilection toward purchasing by propensity avidly, eagerly, and ineluctably turn pages of one book after another.
These sundry shiny, salutary nuggets of wisdom send a surge within this white knight of orgasmic sensations coursing throughout each neuron and axon of this gourmand famished for (imagine if you will) overflowing platters full of juicy, fruity, and bounty tea full volumes of incredible edible raw bit size cerebral goody goody gum drops affording thy upper dentures to function most satisfactorily with byte size tidbits of savory, tasty, ultimately vaunted mouth watering treats teasing me to such fancyfeast (as one godaddy) heightening inexplicable joie de vivre keen longing making tongue lick lips in anticipation to partake from smorgasbord of expansive culinary cuisines.
Though nada lick of evidence concluded that hair color plays a role, (especially plait tin ham), I chose an arbitrary (without arbitration, deliberation, or genuflection) hair raising experiment to be blonde courtesy of hydrogen peroxide as a last ditch effort to increase the rate my noggin can absorb page after page of sought after printed information, less to impress anybody, but more so to satisfy an incessantly voracious yen to understand, which (as a minor side effect) increases the weight of thine sixty plus shades of gray cerebral matter.
Thee correlation asper whether a lighter tinted non natural tone of genetically decreed follicles (sprouting within Ziegfeld Follies like tender sic brownian movement growth thread wide spindles in the case of myself), I certainly experienced, invited, and measured quantifiable uptick in incidents involving being queried as a schnorrer in a city where the streets lack any names) adorning straggly strands striving superiorly (regaling this uber ville wondrous tourist, who benefits from a prosaic lyft) with crackling, popping, and snapping electrical charges, which (as a side note) allow, enable and provide a pronounced ability, whereby contests of pages gets vacuumed within a blink of an eye to imbibe without any adverse reaction of heady inebriation jeopardizing body, mind or sprit of Brexit ting away from eye Yankee doo dill confounding basic auburn zillions of tough proteins called keratin.
Hopefully this answers a question addressed from thine youngest of two twisted sisters, (who questioned the harried schema and wondered if the decision to apply a healthy dose of hydrogen peroxide upon tippy top of this egghead, which some obvious non-permanent lighter tinged mop top, may know what prodded this peculiar hair brained notion.
A head strong likelihood, she will still puzzle over a quasi-understandable rash motive, and deduce this sole hard boiled brother, as being a bit fried, scrambled, or poached.
This never ending ongoing ever-quest for amassing as much valuable dollops of knowledge (carnal and otherwise) only guesses that a seed spore got planted when this Homo Sapien a whippersnapper and germinated over the ensuing decades – then (at time of this writing) almost LXIV in Roman numerals – never to abate, but increasing in intensity from birth til this very instant.
A postulate could be stated (without being matter of factly proven asper my weight in dandruff flakes, nor simulated), that this sudden impulsive whim to sprinkle and daub here and there indiscriminate areas along my asthmatically butchered, cropped, dreaded self scissored topiary.
The resultant micro-environmental impact (asper this minuscule oblate spheroid papa's putty filled thinker) interestingly enough seems to evince an infinitesimal marked-up, quickened, torqued, and undeniable value whereat X-rays reveal more vibrant encased hemispheric hotbed humming with what (experts studying spongiform material) vouchsafe as a most definite smidgen spike, where the art of literary creativity concerned.
Who knows what might happen if this catatonic, dogmatic, energetic, generic, idiotic, kinetic Medtronic, sponsored endeavor if this opportunistic, quixotic, sophmoric, an universalistic Dharma bum, (albeit harmless, nameless, and senseless) might choose a glow in the dark hot pink hue as stimulating the literary goal of yours truly to experience increased sparks of literary output.
Now that this atypical, dew eyed decimal (with digit of increased value anchors the tens place finds me then edging, jetting, opposing, teetering and zipping toward sixty four January thirteenths (comb two thousand and twenty three) seems to dabble in harmless, meaningless, rudderless oar a tour rick hull whatsapp pro pre yet to him, other family members, friends, strangers, et cetera) might make a mental note (by Jeeves) to keep their distance lest me erratic, frenetic, kinetic lunatic quirkiness could be contagious, which reclusive quality pleases me.
This disengagement with the human population at large, or one fool on the hill, lonely hearts club bandy legged music-minded Beatle browed cretin with diametrically opposed tenets to the status quo translates into increased hours to whittle Wordsworth vacuous, vapid vernacular verses, especially ideal for any rabbit brrr reader to spend without contributing to his/her purpose driven life, thence YES this bit of yik yak paddy whack give snoop doggy dog a bone a near perfectly splashed valueless hacking burst of baloney.
Mayan lee ripple lye would be that some itty bitty teensy weensy cognitive entertainment galvanized internal kickstarter making occular quest striving to vacuum up measly, wordy, windy...woeful demonstration of ineptitude here to avoid reading any subsequent material birthed via this author.
Much more blather could be spun forth on par with total fluff er nutter filler, this word wrangler could find himself a New York Times best seller at the expense of dying his wavy locks an off beat color of red, white and blue to be excoriated, lambasted and vilified, yet proud to be an American!
This tender as tinder, twittering thought provoking, tumblr (from the instagramming, shutter-flying, snapchatting chattering chap), tries to accrue a treasure trove of thoroughly mind bending, flexing, and nattering, mental fodder all.
Upon said food for thought aperitif, I scrupulously scrutinize, catalyze, analyze (until I self paralyze), et cetera any unfamiliar piece de la resistance information.
Such novel discovery of datum (acquired thru never tiring exercise of reading, or perchance overheard mentioned by another) undergoes rigorous mortise and tenon vetting process before being welcomed aboard my subatomic size mini Leviathan, where a trial period of observation elapses before this alien bric a brac subsumed under the auspices of the designated driver who unloads the contents.