I swing madly between moments of being sociable and moments of absolute ` im doing this for just me`.
I will kick you out and shut the door.
I will overtake the whole system and hold it under my arm.
i will turn away and find my agenda.
I will rebuke and rehash and review.
And i will use rebuke as a transitive verb.
getting too sleepy to type, its late and i have a real writing problem. ill talk about organization tomorrow. yawn.
c-ya.
p.s. I am not speaking to any one in particular. i am not looking for attention. I am not inviting you into my life. I am not doing something that you think im doing. Understand?
and i dont mean to sound sharp. im leaving now, and i just needed to say it. oh, there is just so much.
You, person, reading this now, sometimes i will talk to you directly in an indirect way.
But sometimes the `you` is someone else.
And sometimes the `you` is no one at all.
oh, and sometimes this is all mine. And sometimes it can be yours, when i share.
And even still again, sometimes its just a fucking place where i say stuff.
to let it go already. oh, dammit, and one other thing (im going too long),
i might even go back and take out little bits here and there. Prune the thing.
...and i have no idea what the hell im doing.
i look forward to recompartmentalizing my thought.
im digging the idea of defragging my brain.
you have to wait now. oh and another thing.
this stuff right here right now is the only thing i can write.
i am chaos, sailing on motheaten wings.
i am where everything should be, and i am its scattered opposite.
it s important you know this going in..
what the hell is this place about anyway?
ive only just been here for 9 days.
ive only just been online for about a month.
only just had the pc for two.
night.
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