Well, I am now able to solve a Rubik’s cube in less than five minutes. I think with a little more practice, I can get faster; I just need to get more accustomed to how a cube moves, and the methods I use to solve it. About when this becomes second nature, I may learn the really fast ways of solving it, and see if I can get under a minute.

There’s a channel in the road, of lies and deceit, and it is always there, in our eyes, in our minds. And so we cross the boundary, and so we walk along, For all that we have stolen, for all that we have won.See the world for nothing shaken, and the fires we always cry, and the shining dream of conciousness, sees the skies of witless sails.Fortune shining always encumbered, tales told of none and two, so I wonder always simply, silly styles gone out of tune.

Through the dawn of night, In the dark of day, Do you stumble through the light, And mumble all the way?For all this, I don’t fear little voices echoing in cascading whispers through the shaded sunset. But the cackling oppressive insight threatening to forge insanity and uncertainty, wringing its hands gleefully, envisions a future swarming with plodding wretches, tainted and undone. The writhing Leviathan, composed of our blackest collaborations, is a charred and roasted thing fueled by souls bathed in unseelie creatures scampering through unsettling shadows of beasts far more disturbing.

I’ve skimmed reality for ages, hovering above solid shapes and substance. Senses are a shade of rift, cracked and disjointed in an ever-growing hallway of warped uneasiness. I am a creature of fear, immersed forever in writhing horrors given strength by my vivid and terrible imagination. So sounds cascade, the world perpetually filtered through distorting lenses, and everything so obviously improper, so wrong. My mind has rebelled against this mockery, tearing constantly at my resolve and steadily eroding away sanity already shrunken and lame.

Through this whole move to Chicago, I’ve done my best to keep a positive outlook, even through a minor car accident and tickets every time I looked at a parking spot the wrong way. But you know what? FUCK CHICAGO First impressions count for a lot, and so far, this is what Chicago means to me, deep in my heart: Chicago, you are a bloated tick simmering in the steamy sphincter juices of a thousand syphilis-infected crack-whores.