The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!

A crime that leaves a heated greed
Oh Machine, Machine
I washed it for you...

What shall I type today? What great concepts will I delve into and astonish all who read by the depth of my understanding on the subject that I have presented herein?

And the light bulb has been illuminated and shall shine upon the whole of my existence for I have uncovered the subject of this entry by just typing stuff without a purpose or direction. It is a subject that my new boss has discovered about me though I have tried to keep it from sight - the fact that I can understand machinery, and this understanding is something that I cannot deny, I cannot turn it off, I cannot make it stop - it just is and I can do nothing but accept this fact...

Maybe this fact stems from when I was young and I received a great deal of enjoyment out of disassembling everything I possible I could and using all the accumulated parts to make other things. But it may go deeper than that, it may be something in my genetic make up that first manifested itself in the form of my problem as a youth and now manifests itself in the fact that I understand machinery, mechanical processes, hardware, gadgets, gizmos. I know what they do and what they are capable of though there are times when I have wish that I did not possess this ability for I wish that one day a company would hire me for any of my other abilities, but the only ones who wish to pay me a wage are those who wish to use the fact that I know who machines function...

Alas, I suppose that this is a blessing and a curse, and being that it is part of my nature, I do not have any choice but to accept this fact even if I wished that others did not know that I possess such a skill, but others know and they call me and ask me if I would like to be part of their team so that this ability could make them money of which I would receive a small percentage on a regular basis...

And my joints are lubricated with grease, my hydraulics keep my fluids pumping, the motors move me about, the pneumatics keep the air flowing, the CPU keeps me writing all this that few will understand, and yet I continue to tell the world all that I have within my brain, and stranger still is the fact that no one asks me to stop - they just allow me to ramble on and on like some lunatic whose world is far different than most. And maybe I have gone insane and I am too crazy to realize that the reality I perceive is not my actual reality, but rather it is a product of my psychosis...

Now there is an interesting concept, how would I know if this reality is real or if the reality I perceive is actually the ravings to a lunatic institutionalize his own protection? Which leads to the question of what is reality and how do I know if I have ever experienced it?

And now that I have overloaded the CPU, it will shutdown for sometime. Thank you all for stopping by and now I shall bid you adieu so that I may reboot my system...

This is the Word of the AntiCrust...

Praise be ye who Read the Word for ye are Blessed amongst humans...

And sometimes machines...