Because I can't get enough
Learning is my passion, my vice, and my drug
I have a hard-on for knowledge
 
Fixation
A perversely intellectual admiration
Cerebrally audacious voracity
I gobble it up
like a paganistic holiday meal
then squeal
with delight
making a mockery of boredUMB

my rule of thumb
Is this:
One can not predict
the edict
Of the interior
By oggling its outtards
The converse of innards

Lynyrd Skynyrd's
Sweet Home Alabama--
NOT
referencing murderous carnage
which their namesake might imply

To: the uninformed

Lynyrd was a gym coach

But, I digress
Regressing to the mess
That is my thought process

Learning is to Prince
As wisdom is to Empress

I like it rough and uncensored
The more the better
Informed

We become because
Naivete is unbecoming

like a one-handed guitarist strumming
you're limited
only by your own reception

Fueled only by your outer and

Introspection

Is tough--shelled protection
If your bluff is not called

Mauled by insecurity?

Never.  

Orgcosmically clever

Ever forward thinking

Mind’s eye oscillates to and fro

Entranced by erudite sensation

I have become

An Info Nympho