Write whatever's bugging you or whatever's on your mind.
It's 7:10 am it's sunday i lost my voice my throat hurts my head hurts runny nose..the works gone through half of the kleenex box i think i've got a fever i want some coffee right now!
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Age: 124
7954 days old here
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self deprivating social b astards, inconsequential actions adjourning life, reasons to live reasons to die. stop this nonsesnse. of death and sweat. Radiant japanese manga and Oakley shades to go with. Synchronizing the world of conspiracies and moguls. The facts dont matter, only acceptance that we are being pathalogically tailored. Cultural manipulation in times of economic perversion. All this crib, hurt swelling downside, pick a gun or swap your cash for mints and collectibles. Where am i going with this? just a boring class. always did have the wrong end of the stick. self preservation in the face of materialism. had it wrong. the self is a seprate entity. preserving oneself through thought and emotion. self bound restrictions but to what purpose. self graining indulgance over lack of answer is not the substance.
letting go is not abandoning - letting it matter is what comes to mind.
IT is the importance of it all..or was that impotency? live the future. live the past , . cliched you say? maybe. there are focuses and there are thoughts. got to go away. evrything is still distant, everything is still a dream, but dreams are not all. what do i want? two common replies popping up..nothing and nothing. one was stagnated with remorse and resignation, the other with content and hope. you can yet find direction without a goal. only by sacrificing the self can you be selfish enough. solitude is the institution. more important to keep in mind is that it the moment has already finished. uncertainity is the key to temporary clarity - of purpose of thought of mind of the lot. you cannot have the complete truth for that is beyond you. what you have to ask is how much of the lie do you want to hold on to. intent - impaired ability to respond is as guilty as purposful rebellion. sometimes its just your struck with how comfortable some people are to you. learn to live , rather than without. reckoning this rambling - an excerise in ambient expression, or a murky focus away from strain. As long as it gets me typing some. wohoo?
thankooz
