Because I still can

Two years later I return to my abode on the net trying to grope my mind for words which come slow and far between trying to work past the rusted machinery called brain which many people refuse to acknowledge that I have but still I claim to possess in those minute instances of ingenuity I show people under "normal" circumstances yet the normal me lies in shwoing my ingenuity in creating seemingly crude yet irritatingly effective ways of creating a wordly masterpiece which fails to impress most but captures the attention of only those who have the patience and knowledge of the skill required to screw around with a human mind to a level which allows them to comprehend the incoherently brilliant pieces work created by unconventional writers who I never knew existed till I read a piece by P.G.Woodhouse which captured my imagination and gave me hope that my "talent" of confusing people would not be lost but I still would have the opportunity to pop a vein some pure bred Queens language loyalist who by a million in one chance happens to read this post all in the attempt to gain a few minutes of fame or infamy as would be the situation and answer questiong looks saying Why by simply saying...because I still can.....