pretentious obscurantism

it may be that i lack an audience because i enjoy irreverence (and word play leading to repetitive redundancy and parenthetic distraction) so much my appearance of persona may present as pretentious obscurantism... or prehensile epicurism, no doubt... perhaps i am just misunderstood... could be that i am simply a lousy writer with no sex appeal (or whatever we might call a writer's appeal) in spite of my brilliant tweets... it's only wordzzz (and word are all i have, after all... but truth is (can you handle the truth?) that i do wander into wonder a lot and can easily be distracted by almost anything, yes, even a squirrel... and infinite variations... and then there are those profoundly meaningless questions that come to mind like why are brits afraid to smile... of course meaninglessness, like pretentious obscurantism, is in the mind of the beholder... everything is always a matter of perspective and opinion, after all... except what we know for sure, that is... but don't mind me, i am still looking for empirical evidence of my own existence... narf :)