This is an ode to reason:

It's not very poetic either,

yet covered in chocolate chunks (how about that?!).

 

It's me, wanting a crisis, because it brings out the best in me. :S

Oddly, (and I'm an oddball), but I can't seem to "millennially"

fit into the social-media stereotype.

 

And you know: How I don't like judging; things I don't know or understand

but I judge, and I don't want this blogpost too lengthy. 

You see I'm rattling, and it's not even really poetic either...

 

My brain works best with a lot of commas. Or should it be psyche?

Just give me a pause, to think! For fuck's sake (ffs)!@#$%^&*

 

This isn't the Age of Reason.

This is the Age of Nosaer: because there are no seers left to reason with. 

 

It's become more like a rant against anti-reason.

That's how unpoetic things can get. 

 

But you could still read, like and/or comment. 

 

That's reasonable, isn't it?