The Strange Case of Dr. Lost and Mr. Found

when you suddenly consider branding as commonplace the absurd, the paradoxical, the oh-cool-it-not-only-sounds-nice-'cause-it's-a-smart-play-of-words-but-it-too-is-whoa, you either have had too much alcohol as best proven by a belly you wish to say byebye to or you have had too much absurd, paradoxical, oh-cool-it-not-only-sounds-nice-'cause-it's-a-smart-play-of-words-but-it-too-is-whoa moments as best proven by questions and answers popping out from the most unexpected places that by themselves reenact delight as soon as you find them only to be lost again in that ocean of stuff that gets rowdier not just with alcohol or an interesting meal but also by conversations with yourself that start as soon as you realize you are with you and only to be losing further its shine and glee thanks to the sheer absence of rosetta stones.

because the strangest thing about two opposing entities is that they end up indistinguishable initiating a recipe for utter self-destruction at the level inexplicably increasing and undeniably irrevocable allowing for conclusions such as

that it's painful is good 'cause i finally now have the urge to act
or
just shut up, stupid.

possible transcript of conversations that start as soon as i realize i am with me and me alone.
scary, scared and wondering what if i was just all yellow, four-fingered and regarded for being dysfunctional. belly intact.