Ok, second try.
I kind of got stuck repeating 'nothing' at the end, so I stopped.
I'm more happy with this one.
I kind of got stuck repeating 'nothing' at the end, so I stopped.
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Interesting. You appear to have like two people talking. After the pizza and canadians bit it gets steadily darker. I'm assuming thats where you started to get used to blind writing?Fat Man Spoon said:
Nothing. I think these are just random words mostly. Thats how a lot of people get into it apparently. If you'd kept going you'd have probably started to get something more serious. The last bit "I'll kill a million ant, why?" seemed almost like you were questioning yourself, or the rationale behind killing a thousand ants.Cpt_Oblivious said:
You should give it another go.
Wow. You really got into it. This is pretty straight forward, not really a whole lot to interpret, you just said all the things you feel. If you'd like I can try to psychoanalyse that.DoW Lowen said:
Its supposed to be either silly or distrubing or possibly both. The trick is to get a snap-shot of your head, thats the point of the exercise. You did a really nice job of that. You should try to write more, if you can.DRADIS C0ntact said:
Off the top of my head i notice that this is about giving peices of yourself away because other things need them more. I'm assuming thats like a metaphor for stuff thats happening in your life. Do you find yoursel giving up pleasures and sacrafising things because the people around you need help? It may also be you think they are incapable or unwilling to help themselves, because you've characterized them as squirrels; small sort of silly things.
If any of thats right you should step back and consider your own goals. Not everyone needs your contant help and sometimes it better to let a few people sink than try to keep the world afloat and go down with them. You should consider what you want in life and which squirrels you can take with you and continue to support while you find something to make you happier. Thats assuming you want to take any of them at all.
... Again. I'm blindly stabbing in the dark.
I'm pretty sure you did do it right actually. The bad mood comes across but you can look a little deeper. I'm guessing that you are a generally conlicted person. You have very strong feelings about things but come off relatively passive in crowds. It irritates you that other people are as agressive as they are, particularly because you are probably more intelligent than a lot of them but you can't really bring yourself to tell them to piss off.AmrasCalmacil said:
Close-ish? Again, I'm just stabbing in the dark.
Hmm ... I'm guessing you wear a slightly different face in public than you do in private but thats true of everyone. More interesting is the part in the middle, "To live without a care must be terrifying." I'm guessing that means you are a highly organized person who endeavors to accomplish important things in life but deep down you're curious what it'd be like to just float along the breeze. You might even worry that at heart you are essentially without a guiding line. I'm geussing that because of the "what can me do about this?" at the end. That just made it all seem slightly more personal.Fat Man Spoon said:
Hmmm ... Close-ish. The thing that struck closest was the home comment. I don't feel like my parents push me toward something I wouldn't want to be but I did find living at home toward the end very stressful. I was kind of happy to go to a dorm.DoW Lowen said:
I'm not married (and in fact not dating at the moment) so I don't know quite what to do with the spouse comment. Its true I've made some freinds recently who I really appreciate but at heart I'm something of a loner (or at least, I think I am) so I would be surprised to see them factoring that strongly into my subcontious. And I don't think they have too bad of an influence on me. Maybe though...
I don't know. I'll have to think about. Thanks for the analysis.
Operation was a success. We now have the technology for it. Lets go. Racing, racing, racing. Humiliation. Is this enough? Lets... green, blue, fish, mudkips, so i herd u like furry. Yiffing blindfolded. There's probably just an darkrai. Cresselia. Wandering Pacing. Hiding.
Ok, so I thought of that and just wrote down everything that came to mind for a little bit, but didn't think too hard about any of it. Is that good?
Ok, so I thought of that and just wrote down everything that came to mind for a little bit, but didn't think too hard about any of it. Is that good?
As this computer is still awaiting Word to be installed, I'm going to type this on the go on this post.
the blue sky fals off my hat good golly miss molly hat hat why do I like that word, green grass like on the computer windows the cows are looking at me one has a fringe he reminds me of louis somewhat all I can think abuout now is alvoces and French Drawing Rooms, with the long windows. Hah! his ears are sticking out Linuz Giygas Joshua Orange, like spain I suppose, the kind of dirt you get on diners with red and white chequered floors theres a hole in that persons head. Wow, the insides of my eyes are like pudding, with the floral=patterend bowls and the little spoon, and it's like a bowl of cream in my mind's eye. Tigers. in a night jungle
Top Tip: Just stare to the side of your computer, keeping the screen in your periferal vision, but unable to read the words. Occasionally check your fingers and read a line to make sure you haven't accidently moved along one on the keyboard so "the" become £yjr£ etc.
I REQUEST ANALYZING PLEASE!!!
the blue sky fals off my hat good golly miss molly hat hat why do I like that word, green grass like on the computer windows the cows are looking at me one has a fringe he reminds me of louis somewhat all I can think abuout now is alvoces and French Drawing Rooms, with the long windows. Hah! his ears are sticking out Linuz Giygas Joshua Orange, like spain I suppose, the kind of dirt you get on diners with red and white chequered floors theres a hole in that persons head. Wow, the insides of my eyes are like pudding, with the floral=patterend bowls and the little spoon, and it's like a bowl of cream in my mind's eye. Tigers. in a night jungle
Top Tip: Just stare to the side of your computer, keeping the screen in your periferal vision, but unable to read the words. Occasionally check your fingers and read a line to make sure you haven't accidently moved along one on the keyboard so "the" become £yjr£ etc.
I REQUEST ANALYZING PLEASE!!!
Yes, I stopped just getting random words and just... got into it.Khedive Rex said:
I tend to appear carefree in public, never terribly serious about anything, but that's just a front. I worry about many, many things.Khedive Rex said:
"I'm guessing that means you are a highly organized person who endeavors to accomplish important things in life but deep down you're curious what it'd be like to just float along the breeze."
You're good at this.
"You might even worry that at heart you are essentially without a guiding line."
I'm currently without a life goal. I want to have something to focus on, but I can't find what such a thing is.
To add to this, I've been unhappy recently. And I have no real reason to be so.
I'm intrigued by this 'automatic writing', and will do some more at some point.
the wer bears dere bert yrt uyr tthe nuyt in the ren yub fder fugly pondered wisely across the wall as jerry springger lost it all yo mama hat red crafty yop me mama til the morning comes vexing veils in iranian in uk wooah gropsocles platos dishes washed themselves and i didn't have to do it the pig was happy to be eaten who gets scared of of fucking ravens they donttalk ny way stupid to say thy do. police man hat cctv salty.the time has come the walrus said to talk of many things but trevor said not like over 9000 things even if a walrus doesnt afraid of them. Fuck atoms i dont need them.
That's what I got, adverts, memes, and nonsense.
That's what I got, adverts, memes, and nonsense.
I tried not to think, but I couldn't help but to think of fish for whatever reason. Oh well, I don't know if this is valid, but here's what I got (because I wrote so fast I misspelled words a lot):
i don't know what i'm doing eright now ritign something let's find out what to do with the fis that neat daoll the aother fish in the lake then cakme a fishmerna eand ate all tehe other fish now the fish are sad freinds dead nothing to do what to do now i dunno iwhy id they die didn't deserve it i'm so sad i can't help butr ot feel sad for them beacsue he killed them for no reason whatsoever
i don't know what i'm doing eright now ritign something let's find out what to do with the fis that neat daoll the aother fish in the lake then cakme a fishmerna eand ate all tehe other fish now the fish are sad freinds dead nothing to do what to do now i dunno iwhy id they die didn't deserve it i'm so sad i can't help butr ot feel sad for them beacsue he killed them for no reason whatsoever
"Wpw, the sinm is really out today, wonder what I?ll do for fun tonight, wonder if I?ll even have fun tonight, wonder what with where who what why. Got to have some thing to keep me interested, could just fly out a window if I don?t do something fun. How does water work? What does that have to do with nothing? What the hell is food and goat. Reading hilt and got to read, thyme is a funny thing. Wher the hell is fread."
What seems to help is if you are working in word or somethign set the text size to 2. that way you can't see what you're writing. mine is a straight copy/paste. spelling errors and all. I don't even know a fred.
What seems to help is if you are working in word or somethign set the text size to 2. that way you can't see what you're writing. mine is a straight copy/paste. spelling errors and all. I don't even know a fred.
Diving deeper, drifting, dreaming. Finding something underneath the world from which I look outward. It's not so soft down here[footnote]I believe this is a reference to a performance I saw recently. I was moved by it.[/footnote]. The edges are still sharp and unworn by whistful thinking[footnote]First reference to cynical view. I take the outlook that dreams and the like make us more willing to accept current, poor circumstance in the hope of a better future. Similar approach to religion.[/footnote]. Boneshards in the brain forgotten long ago when I was younger. So much younger than ever I have been before[footnote]I think that implies that I don't look at age through numbers on the birth certificate. Considering how irritating the approach of "Oh. You're a teenager." is I'm not surprised by this bit.[/footnote]. When I was very young it was a time of blankness when the jaggard edges were all the world[footnote]Tabula Rasa state from after birth.[/footnote]. Then I grew younger still and was born through a world of glass to where the river and the tides and the sand had warn them all smooth like little man-made stones of better silicon on the midnight beach[footnote]The beach is probably a symbol for a place of erosion and constant change. Waves are violent, but the sound of them can be very calming. There are also some wonderfully secluded beaches including one which I've been to on a bushwalk which had a spectacular view out across the waves on a clear night where you could see all the stars. It was very peaceful but in this context the worn edges show a sort of paranoia of getting swept up in too much happiness.[/footnote].
Tic tac toe[footnote]Back to the childhood thing.[/footnote]. One son of a gun had to run[footnote]My brain seems to like writing in poetry, with poetic language features. I read a lot.[/footnote] across the world where he was waiting to write the slate of life for another. We tell stories like our dreams and dream in figurative dance with the hope of a new dawn to be born afterwards. Maybe it's the drama. Maybe it's the drugs. Maybe it's the half-pipe[footnote]Triple entendre. A pipe-dream is a vain, pointless hope. A half-pipe is for boarding to do tricks on. "Pipe" is for smoking various drugs. The first relates back to the cynicism thing while the second relates to sports as a dream. The third starts up the drug motif with echoes of this idea of an imagined (unreal, psychedelic) world.[/footnote] hope of the doped class[footnote]This bit interested me because it took me a while to consider what it referred to. Dope is stereotypically associated with the lower social classes but drama and drugs seem so much more scandalous when in our celebrities.[/footnote] waiting for their way out of the world where the ground is not so soft and the American Dream is a rotted corpse[footnote]I've got a very personal problem with the idea of the American Dream because of the damage it does to people who feel that one deserves the good, or the bad, that one gets. The idea of wealth as a moral bonus is bitter.[/footnote] in the gutter of so many other corpses who still move and are in a status made of meth or crack[footnote]More on the drugs and escape.[/footnote]. [...] Skinny barrels[footnote]I get the feeling that this has the connotation of empty, used, and discarded. They're skinny so they won't hold much in the first place and what was there is taken.[/footnote] on matchsticks with glass pipes between their fingers and burned-out hope in their eyes. Maybe that's the way of it the end of it the all but I don't think so. When there are houses made for the selling and sold for the Rich Pig we all have nothing and no-one.
I was once a leaf on the wind. Watch me soar[footnote]I smell a Firefly reference. Well okay, Serenity. I loved them both and Wash's death at the end was rather sad. There's a continuing bitter theme here. My inner person must be cynical as hell too.[/footnote] weather man to where you cannot reach me and the fertile fields aren't futile instead furrowed with thought and fantasy[footnote]A dream? Seems to be that the world's been an embittering force.[/footnote]. Where unicorns find acorns and the only things with sharp edges are those which I want. [...]
Took a walk down the path less travelled[footnote]Robert Frost. Wrote a lot of poems with double meaning. That particular poem was a metaphor for choosing work and reward over ease.[/footnote] to find brambels, thorns and roses. For all the good there is the bad and with the difficulty comes Nietzsche[footnote]Philosopher who wished hardship and suffering on his loved ones that they might truly appreciate the relief of getting past them. That's a theme which intrigues me on an intellectual level for all it seems that underneath I still feel that hard work works.[/footnote]. When we climb the tall mountains and die of hypothermia at the top, or in the drains, it is the same. We are snowflakes and icestorms building up great drifts and clogging the arteries of a world which is not our own for the New Urban Evolution[footnote]Gang warfare? Survival of the fittest reference for sure. I've always been wary around stating that we should implement that because people like Stephen Hawkings aren't exactly able to defend themselves, yet are brilliant. Maybe my subconscious just doesn't care.[/footnote]... if you call it that. Not all of us live in half deserted streets not swept by the nightcleaners. Some die there when nothing comes to scratch the memories out from under our nails or clean it from our hair[footnote]Hair and nails are a bit like filters which catch stuff. Residue. Might be something which still clings to my subconscious (Oh! Woe!) like guilt. Can't remember what it'd be.[/footnote]. We travel with nothing but our feet and the opportunities of technology for which we do not pay. We live on offcuts of society far richer than the cream and caviar. We beat our feet with the drums of empty bottles and sing songs of our own making without the chinkchinkchinkclattersmash of money crash and money bash the world to pieces. Our barrels have fire and not oil which we roll from place to place with a little more warmth to soften up the ground. We are all hard edges of glass, skinny figures without the curves which luxury provides[footnote]In the Real World I've got plenty of curves, and I've got quite a fortunate situation at the moment. I can't help but feel that it goes against what my personal morals and philosophy are about though.[/footnote].
Scrub me up and stick me on the catwalk where they starve me for looks and not just profit[footnote]The viciousness in this bit is something I'm very much aware of. I can't stand the fashion industry with it's demands that everyone have a certain figure.[/footnote]. Maybe that's the point of it wasted, washed whores in expensive suits to show us that being poor and unfed is A-Okay! until you remember that those ribs will break. It's like tanning. What's with that? Best way to get a tan and muscles is to work in a field all day. Have we working-class dreams with first-class paintjobs or what?
***
Found a bottlecap on the path today. Label had worn off and left a cutting edge behind. I took it to my home where I could pin it on the wall and consider[footnote]Despair maybe. Fuck knows I see everything as fucked up enough to come to that though I stave it off with certain fun parts of life.[/footnote]. I will call it Post-Modern Art. The new indigenous religion in which everything's been done before and a slash-fic rehash of the early world is the Next Best Thing[footnote]This is part the semi-satirical pretentiousness which I've got in regards to art.[/footnote]. I'll write stories of books already written and draw ascii over the Mona Lisa until she falls apart. I'll break the empty bottles in empty hallways and leave the glass for the foolish to walk on and bleed to create more patterns on cut lino[footnote]Slightly disassociative perhaps? Doesn't like people much.[/footnote].
When the school daze[footnote]That's a pun! School days get monotonous. Boredom.[/footnote] wears away and all that's left is a hollow uniform and an empty sheet of paper with suddenly established inequality. What better way to start the trip into the World than with a pre-stamped presumption of your character filled out by the jaded Red Dots at the front of our classrooms? They're in it for the holidays and we're in it for nothing so what is there to gain either way. The teacher teaches the same shit that they learned and hope to say it in a different way so that we might not land the jobs they've had for 10-20-30 years[footnote]I've met a lot of teachers who are just in it for the holidays. Some of my current ones are like that, though most aren't and genuinely enjoy what they do. Apparently they've made less of an impact, or I'm a massive pessimist, or both.[/footnote]. Long enough to curse it. Long enough even for us to wish for a day which was nine to five with nothing in the way of homework once one got home. My time would be my own but it would be a job I hated no doubt. Nothing left but jobs I hate for shit I don't need or so said the Imagination Figure of the warchest[footnote]Fightclub reference. That movie carries some of the values that I share, such as the absolute bullshit nature of things like the credit market. The sexism.. not so much my thing.[/footnote].
Maybe it's time for that Urban Evolution. The kind of natural selection which favours those willing to throw their desks out of windows and follow soonafter to land unsafe and bruised on the back of a corporate whore. Learn to dodge or learn to die. It would be capitalism on a personal level every time one walked in the street. You're not fast enough to dodge that falling safe[footnote]Possibly a reference to the decline in the global market.[/footnote] so you get your head squashed. Don't worry, I know you'd do it to yourself next time things turned for the worse just with a Triggerfriend[footnote]Guns aren't my favourite thing in the world by any stretch but I appreciate their power. They even scare me a little. My subconscious might see them as an ally and a tool in an environment which it considers dangerous.[/footnote] and not the empty cage of former glory. [...] Survival of the best understanding.
Tic tac toe[footnote]Back to the childhood thing.[/footnote]. One son of a gun had to run[footnote]My brain seems to like writing in poetry, with poetic language features. I read a lot.[/footnote] across the world where he was waiting to write the slate of life for another. We tell stories like our dreams and dream in figurative dance with the hope of a new dawn to be born afterwards. Maybe it's the drama. Maybe it's the drugs. Maybe it's the half-pipe[footnote]Triple entendre. A pipe-dream is a vain, pointless hope. A half-pipe is for boarding to do tricks on. "Pipe" is for smoking various drugs. The first relates back to the cynicism thing while the second relates to sports as a dream. The third starts up the drug motif with echoes of this idea of an imagined (unreal, psychedelic) world.[/footnote] hope of the doped class[footnote]This bit interested me because it took me a while to consider what it referred to. Dope is stereotypically associated with the lower social classes but drama and drugs seem so much more scandalous when in our celebrities.[/footnote] waiting for their way out of the world where the ground is not so soft and the American Dream is a rotted corpse[footnote]I've got a very personal problem with the idea of the American Dream because of the damage it does to people who feel that one deserves the good, or the bad, that one gets. The idea of wealth as a moral bonus is bitter.[/footnote] in the gutter of so many other corpses who still move and are in a status made of meth or crack[footnote]More on the drugs and escape.[/footnote]. [...] Skinny barrels[footnote]I get the feeling that this has the connotation of empty, used, and discarded. They're skinny so they won't hold much in the first place and what was there is taken.[/footnote] on matchsticks with glass pipes between their fingers and burned-out hope in their eyes. Maybe that's the way of it the end of it the all but I don't think so. When there are houses made for the selling and sold for the Rich Pig we all have nothing and no-one.
I was once a leaf on the wind. Watch me soar[footnote]I smell a Firefly reference. Well okay, Serenity. I loved them both and Wash's death at the end was rather sad. There's a continuing bitter theme here. My inner person must be cynical as hell too.[/footnote] weather man to where you cannot reach me and the fertile fields aren't futile instead furrowed with thought and fantasy[footnote]A dream? Seems to be that the world's been an embittering force.[/footnote]. Where unicorns find acorns and the only things with sharp edges are those which I want. [...]
Took a walk down the path less travelled[footnote]Robert Frost. Wrote a lot of poems with double meaning. That particular poem was a metaphor for choosing work and reward over ease.[/footnote] to find brambels, thorns and roses. For all the good there is the bad and with the difficulty comes Nietzsche[footnote]Philosopher who wished hardship and suffering on his loved ones that they might truly appreciate the relief of getting past them. That's a theme which intrigues me on an intellectual level for all it seems that underneath I still feel that hard work works.[/footnote]. When we climb the tall mountains and die of hypothermia at the top, or in the drains, it is the same. We are snowflakes and icestorms building up great drifts and clogging the arteries of a world which is not our own for the New Urban Evolution[footnote]Gang warfare? Survival of the fittest reference for sure. I've always been wary around stating that we should implement that because people like Stephen Hawkings aren't exactly able to defend themselves, yet are brilliant. Maybe my subconscious just doesn't care.[/footnote]... if you call it that. Not all of us live in half deserted streets not swept by the nightcleaners. Some die there when nothing comes to scratch the memories out from under our nails or clean it from our hair[footnote]Hair and nails are a bit like filters which catch stuff. Residue. Might be something which still clings to my subconscious (Oh! Woe!) like guilt. Can't remember what it'd be.[/footnote]. We travel with nothing but our feet and the opportunities of technology for which we do not pay. We live on offcuts of society far richer than the cream and caviar. We beat our feet with the drums of empty bottles and sing songs of our own making without the chinkchinkchinkclattersmash of money crash and money bash the world to pieces. Our barrels have fire and not oil which we roll from place to place with a little more warmth to soften up the ground. We are all hard edges of glass, skinny figures without the curves which luxury provides[footnote]In the Real World I've got plenty of curves, and I've got quite a fortunate situation at the moment. I can't help but feel that it goes against what my personal morals and philosophy are about though.[/footnote].
Scrub me up and stick me on the catwalk where they starve me for looks and not just profit[footnote]The viciousness in this bit is something I'm very much aware of. I can't stand the fashion industry with it's demands that everyone have a certain figure.[/footnote]. Maybe that's the point of it wasted, washed whores in expensive suits to show us that being poor and unfed is A-Okay! until you remember that those ribs will break. It's like tanning. What's with that? Best way to get a tan and muscles is to work in a field all day. Have we working-class dreams with first-class paintjobs or what?
***
Found a bottlecap on the path today. Label had worn off and left a cutting edge behind. I took it to my home where I could pin it on the wall and consider[footnote]Despair maybe. Fuck knows I see everything as fucked up enough to come to that though I stave it off with certain fun parts of life.[/footnote]. I will call it Post-Modern Art. The new indigenous religion in which everything's been done before and a slash-fic rehash of the early world is the Next Best Thing[footnote]This is part the semi-satirical pretentiousness which I've got in regards to art.[/footnote]. I'll write stories of books already written and draw ascii over the Mona Lisa until she falls apart. I'll break the empty bottles in empty hallways and leave the glass for the foolish to walk on and bleed to create more patterns on cut lino[footnote]Slightly disassociative perhaps? Doesn't like people much.[/footnote].
When the school daze[footnote]That's a pun! School days get monotonous. Boredom.[/footnote] wears away and all that's left is a hollow uniform and an empty sheet of paper with suddenly established inequality. What better way to start the trip into the World than with a pre-stamped presumption of your character filled out by the jaded Red Dots at the front of our classrooms? They're in it for the holidays and we're in it for nothing so what is there to gain either way. The teacher teaches the same shit that they learned and hope to say it in a different way so that we might not land the jobs they've had for 10-20-30 years[footnote]I've met a lot of teachers who are just in it for the holidays. Some of my current ones are like that, though most aren't and genuinely enjoy what they do. Apparently they've made less of an impact, or I'm a massive pessimist, or both.[/footnote]. Long enough to curse it. Long enough even for us to wish for a day which was nine to five with nothing in the way of homework once one got home. My time would be my own but it would be a job I hated no doubt. Nothing left but jobs I hate for shit I don't need or so said the Imagination Figure of the warchest[footnote]Fightclub reference. That movie carries some of the values that I share, such as the absolute bullshit nature of things like the credit market. The sexism.. not so much my thing.[/footnote].
Maybe it's time for that Urban Evolution. The kind of natural selection which favours those willing to throw their desks out of windows and follow soonafter to land unsafe and bruised on the back of a corporate whore. Learn to dodge or learn to die. It would be capitalism on a personal level every time one walked in the street. You're not fast enough to dodge that falling safe[footnote]Possibly a reference to the decline in the global market.[/footnote] so you get your head squashed. Don't worry, I know you'd do it to yourself next time things turned for the worse just with a Triggerfriend[footnote]Guns aren't my favourite thing in the world by any stretch but I appreciate their power. They even scare me a little. My subconscious might see them as an ally and a tool in an environment which it considers dangerous.[/footnote] and not the empty cage of former glory. [...] Survival of the best understanding.
Censored some parts. I didn't think they were appropriate. Indicated by [...] and will be left out of analysis. I've decided to do it through footnotes. Clicking on the number will direct to the footnote.
Not quite sure what to make of it all but hey, it's cynical. That's me.
I think that blind typing is a possible way to flick through some of the thoughts that go through someone's head but you'd need to filter a novel-worth of it to truly understand the person. Particular snapshots take on meaning from the immediate context of the writer which may not be true to them, per se. The ability of the writer to channel their own subconscious will also come into play.
I'd also like to add that I feel it's a hell of a lot easier to accurately analyse someone else's work than your own, because you don't carry the baggage of understanding everything so can draw certain connections which they might not think of. Doing it with someone you know is also easier than doing it with a stranger.
Whoa...Khedive Rex said:
That summed up to the letter exactly what I've been struggling with for the last couple months now. I've been wanting to get away from someone, but I haven't been able to express it because this person needs me. And so I've just continued living in the situation, making sacrifices that I don't want to make anymore because I don't think this person can make it without me.
And honestly, I wasn't thinking about all of that when I did the blind writing. I tried to keep my mind off of the writing and on something else, like what groceries I need to buy today.
I might try to do some more blind writing after that...
Outside the station. none. I'm a mess and here's what i think, Or at least I think What I think. The rest is purposefully and obtentionally undecipherable. I am happy. You are sacred the purpose of this message was lost towards the end. I like the prodigy and university. My friends find me easy to find. The fucker you are glad to refuse to fathom is in control of his own motor functions. What is in control of him? He lets it type, it is an idiot and knows it.
Opening my mouth is something I do for the sensation. I am going to read text messages. This feels artistic enough to warrant recording because we are both idiots humble arrogant with a false sense of entitlement.
Ridiculously I am only interested in broadcasting not receiving, I still haven't read those text messages. I don't wanna be exposed to elastic bands right now. Probably too out of the loop to read those two text messages. I might have an email or facebook alert...lol... Droans and art or something, keep your promises especially if you don't remember making them, correct your spelling. Brain jumped to brainwash.
Oddly enough these are in chronological order though i do not remember experiencing them so. Have I talked about receiving a message mid message? It already didn't happen. Disconnect this.
You begged that poser Oscar Wilde to make sure your spelling mattered. Hyperbabble impeccable whatever it was i think it wasn't intentional i promise. Lmao tbh lol and some other postmodern shit. Tao lin I hope you die and your final words found the nhk or preferably something else.
Opening my mouth is something I do for the sensation. I am going to read text messages. This feels artistic enough to warrant recording because we are both idiots humble arrogant with a false sense of entitlement.
Ridiculously I am only interested in broadcasting not receiving, I still haven't read those text messages. I don't wanna be exposed to elastic bands right now. Probably too out of the loop to read those two text messages. I might have an email or facebook alert...lol... Droans and art or something, keep your promises especially if you don't remember making them, correct your spelling. Brain jumped to brainwash.
Oddly enough these are in chronological order though i do not remember experiencing them so. Have I talked about receiving a message mid message? It already didn't happen. Disconnect this.
You begged that poser Oscar Wilde to make sure your spelling mattered. Hyperbabble impeccable whatever it was i think it wasn't intentional i promise. Lmao tbh lol and some other postmodern shit. Tao lin I hope you die and your final words found the nhk or preferably something else.
no editing, here it is:
I i?d quite like a trilby hat, ya see when i was twenty i had aan experience that shocked me and it went thus: i was walking along in a park with my girlfriend and out of nowhere right i see a guy get shot out of the corner of my eye. And when this happens what do id do: i say nothing and go hoem right, now once i?m there i collapse onto the floor (my girlfriend has gone home at this point) and i start thinking about what i saw. I get to the bit just before the guy got shot and i remember where i knew him from. I was twelve at the time and now i?m thirty one. Either way i deigrees, he threatened me for insulting one of his friends and later ( not realzing that he knew both of them i flirted with his girlfriend and we got on pretty well (me and his girl friend not me and him) for the record she wasn?t the girl i was walking with.) now you?re probably thinking: where am i going with this? I don?t honestly know cause i?m just telling you all of this stuff at random, noe Stephen, as i recall he was named was a standup guy and i wondered why he had been shot and why no one had taken any notice. So what i do is i take my hat of and sit with a scotch thinkin when i realize i should have been in the meeting ages ago, so i leave the house and stephen?s out there just standing pointing. Tht doesn?t sound scary well it was! I edged closer and he just stood there pointing, i didn?t get it! The man was dead. My nieghbour comes out of his house and asks me wht i?m staring at and i say ?can?t you see him?? he asks who so i tell him what i saw and he just laughs and walks away muttering to himself about how i?m going mad. I get in my car, go to work and get back and see him still standing there, not moving, he starts to follow me into the house and talks before i shut the door, i forget what he said, something about next? Either way i get out the next day and he?s gone, i come back later and he and two other people i know are standing there, my neighbour arrives again and i ask him about them this time and he looks at me like i?m a weirdo and moves on. This has been goin on for the past few days and now i need some help. I want to know what?s going on and why that?s why i came here sir and i?ll pay the price you ask for them to be gone. You can take my soul just make them leave me alone, i can do what you want sir, just MAKE THEM GO
i should try agian without music in the back ground
I i?d quite like a trilby hat, ya see when i was twenty i had aan experience that shocked me and it went thus: i was walking along in a park with my girlfriend and out of nowhere right i see a guy get shot out of the corner of my eye. And when this happens what do id do: i say nothing and go hoem right, now once i?m there i collapse onto the floor (my girlfriend has gone home at this point) and i start thinking about what i saw. I get to the bit just before the guy got shot and i remember where i knew him from. I was twelve at the time and now i?m thirty one. Either way i deigrees, he threatened me for insulting one of his friends and later ( not realzing that he knew both of them i flirted with his girlfriend and we got on pretty well (me and his girl friend not me and him) for the record she wasn?t the girl i was walking with.) now you?re probably thinking: where am i going with this? I don?t honestly know cause i?m just telling you all of this stuff at random, noe Stephen, as i recall he was named was a standup guy and i wondered why he had been shot and why no one had taken any notice. So what i do is i take my hat of and sit with a scotch thinkin when i realize i should have been in the meeting ages ago, so i leave the house and stephen?s out there just standing pointing. Tht doesn?t sound scary well it was! I edged closer and he just stood there pointing, i didn?t get it! The man was dead. My nieghbour comes out of his house and asks me wht i?m staring at and i say ?can?t you see him?? he asks who so i tell him what i saw and he just laughs and walks away muttering to himself about how i?m going mad. I get in my car, go to work and get back and see him still standing there, not moving, he starts to follow me into the house and talks before i shut the door, i forget what he said, something about next? Either way i get out the next day and he?s gone, i come back later and he and two other people i know are standing there, my neighbour arrives again and i ask him about them this time and he looks at me like i?m a weirdo and moves on. This has been goin on for the past few days and now i need some help. I want to know what?s going on and why that?s why i came here sir and i?ll pay the price you ask for them to be gone. You can take my soul just make them leave me alone, i can do what you want sir, just MAKE THEM GO
i should try agian without music in the back ground
Things have been too busy late what with time running down and the address book running up. You'd be surprised by how little time everyone has in the grand scheme of things. Though that's not all that surprising give the nature of human kind in general. Always afraid of that ever impending death. That moment in time where the world keeps spinning, but people don't. [footnote]I dreamed about my mom and cat last night, (both deceased) so maybe it's been on my mind.[/footnote]
That's really all there is to humanity in it's own way, just running around, running out of time, and then at long[footnote]far?[/footnote] end dying. Freaky in it's own way, but something that all people will eventually need to face.
That and the grammar anomaly that is people versus persons. The difference lies in the individuals versus the groups. Though that's a topic for another time.[footnote]My grammar obsession rearing its ugly head.[/footnote]
I think the biggest problem lies in the fact that people are always hunting for ways to make the day longer and their time spent "not doing" shorter. Every day we pile work schedules, class schedules, tournament schedules, hobby schedules, and every other kind of schedule there is. All of this in the ever present rush to get more time out of the day. Made worse by the caffeine obsessions that plays out in day-to-day life.[footnote]I wonder if I meant "modern society" instead of "day-to-day life."?[/footnote]
I begin to wonder why people just can't be happy with what time they have. Leave it to them to really[footnote]Try?[/footnote] get more out of the day. They demand more time just as I demand more time. There's just not enough time in the day for humans. We end up packing our schedules so thoroughly that we run out of time for the little things, the important things. Ourselves.[footnote]I was miserable before I moved. I attributed it to the lack of spare time I had. It was actually how I was spending the time I had.[/footnote] Our own good health.
Bah, humanity.[footnote]I think I meant human nature. Who knows, maybe I hate you all subconsciously?[/footnote]
Why so busy all the time? Does life really need all of that muck[footnote]Much?[/footnote] of time spent running versus time spent enjoying the world around them? Since when did running become an altogether "go here, new goal, new accomplishment" rather than a "I'm running because it's fun to run."? It's completely boggling in it's own sense.[footnote]Come to think of it, I agree. Let's all go take a nap in hammocks with tropical drinks. I'll bring the little umbrellas.[/footnote] We're all so caught up in the time of day that we don't give ourselves the time of day to live for the us. At worse, live for the me.
But is that really so surprising? Humans are by nature negative creatures. the "I can't" is all too common for day to day goings on. And even when they aren't pulling themselves down, they're getting nervous about the future. People, when left with their own thoughts, come up only with the worst case scenario. Which is a nasty thing to have as a bedmate.[footnote]I wonder why I used "bed mate" here? Was it because I used it recently in a story, or are there other factors weighing in?[/footnote] Leave it to people to find negativity where there is none. Or spawn more of it where this is little.
That's really all there is to humanity in it's own way, just running around, running out of time, and then at long[footnote]far?[/footnote] end dying. Freaky in it's own way, but something that all people will eventually need to face.
That and the grammar anomaly that is people versus persons. The difference lies in the individuals versus the groups. Though that's a topic for another time.[footnote]My grammar obsession rearing its ugly head.[/footnote]
I think the biggest problem lies in the fact that people are always hunting for ways to make the day longer and their time spent "not doing" shorter. Every day we pile work schedules, class schedules, tournament schedules, hobby schedules, and every other kind of schedule there is. All of this in the ever present rush to get more time out of the day. Made worse by the caffeine obsessions that plays out in day-to-day life.[footnote]I wonder if I meant "modern society" instead of "day-to-day life."?[/footnote]
I begin to wonder why people just can't be happy with what time they have. Leave it to them to really[footnote]Try?[/footnote] get more out of the day. They demand more time just as I demand more time. There's just not enough time in the day for humans. We end up packing our schedules so thoroughly that we run out of time for the little things, the important things. Ourselves.[footnote]I was miserable before I moved. I attributed it to the lack of spare time I had. It was actually how I was spending the time I had.[/footnote] Our own good health.
Bah, humanity.[footnote]I think I meant human nature. Who knows, maybe I hate you all subconsciously?[/footnote]
Why so busy all the time? Does life really need all of that muck[footnote]Much?[/footnote] of time spent running versus time spent enjoying the world around them? Since when did running become an altogether "go here, new goal, new accomplishment" rather than a "I'm running because it's fun to run."? It's completely boggling in it's own sense.[footnote]Come to think of it, I agree. Let's all go take a nap in hammocks with tropical drinks. I'll bring the little umbrellas.[/footnote] We're all so caught up in the time of day that we don't give ourselves the time of day to live for the us. At worse, live for the me.
But is that really so surprising? Humans are by nature negative creatures. the "I can't" is all too common for day to day goings on. And even when they aren't pulling themselves down, they're getting nervous about the future. People, when left with their own thoughts, come up only with the worst case scenario. Which is a nasty thing to have as a bedmate.[footnote]I wonder why I used "bed mate" here? Was it because I used it recently in a story, or are there other factors weighing in?[/footnote] Leave it to people to find negativity where there is none. Or spawn more of it where this is little.
I started thinking right about there, so I stopped my little tirade. I'm going to admit I edited this, but only for spelling. No content editing.
Also, I seemingly don't know how to spell "caffeine" or "anomaly."
I just cleaned up the spelling mistakes because it was approaching gibberish at a couple points. That's all, just put in the right words instead of gibberish (didn't even fix the punctuation). Not sure what it signifies.
I do this all the time (letting the words just run through my head), such as when I'm trying to fall asleep, but this is the first time I've written it down.
I wonder what will happen to her I wonder if it date's yet in the morning shallow light going on the moon. Frosty windows and a cold house nobody there to protect me or it not dead wasn?t a good idea. Nothing in the sky no calm rain . Troublesome mist waiting for me doing all that it can to protect but it isn't there anymore she isn't there.
I do this all the time (letting the words just run through my head), such as when I'm trying to fall asleep, but this is the first time I've written it down.
