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endlessly repeating so what are we doing here?... yes, we, for without you what would be the point of my writing and uploading these words... I come here to release the thoughts and feelings I experience, memories still rattling around in my head, and reflections of inspirations I find around here and wherever I wander... most of the time I don't think about things, the words just seem to pile up between my ears and behind my eyes and the process of letting them pour out through my fingers is as much subconscious as it is conscious... it is also survival because I can when I do not release the words, my eyes get foggier (they might even bulge a little) and my ears get clogged up... it's like the physiology of this body deliberately starts blocking out the world, filtering sensory input, until I let some words out... it's not that there's no more room, it's just that most of life is quite repetitious and trivial and I'm looking for the unique depths of meaningful contact and input that rarely occur in ordinary daily life... sometimes I might even find it (though most of the time I'm just endlessly repeating, or babbling, as I search for the needles in the haystack or diamonds in the coalpile or depths within the shallows)... and when it is not happening in life, I try find it or create it through words, even if it's fantasy... better fantasy depths than a reality of meaningless superficiality repeated endlessly...
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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd) if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight I'd say I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life |