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be random what is now when is then where is email who i am how it is why it is leave a note? share me, share you make me smile thank you other journals (of course I should be sleeping) (what's life got to do with it?) about me (too much to know at once) friend? (tic tic tic, toc) BE MY GUEST (BOOK) << MISSING �SOMETHING? >> the bottom line who can when i had the time the first of december (has another song) what i do < ? me # > < ? harrychapin # > < ? Random Acts of Journaling # > < ? Poetic Voices # > < ? The Write Club # > < ? Nights Awake # > < ? Fluid # > < ? Adopted # > < ? Childlike # > < ? Poets-Muse # > < ? Five Hundred # > < ? As You Wish # > temporary place holder ()))CRAYON-BOX)))> published blogmad! varb? �2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS IF YOU WANT TO USE THE WORDS FOR ANY REASON TALK TO ME |
write and what if I tell you that I write the last ten journal entries in one sitting?... and what if I tell you I have written one hundred times that in one sitting in years gone by?... and what if I tell you I write thousands of pages a month at my peak writing times in this life?... and what if I tell you the clarity, depth, and coherent creative meaningfulness is at it's low ebb in this life right now and my spirit is as weak as it's ever been and my confindence has never been lower and my conscious awareness has never been farther from the core knowledge of everything that I know as me when I am centered within myself?... of course it's obvious if you've known me since before I ventured on the internet... and anyone with an astute eye for great literature would be very aware that this is not that... but then, this is not supposed to be that, this is supposed to be this and this is all it is... not to be too flippant (but certainly to be at least moderately flippant) these rambles are the release of all sorts of mental gases... some smell better than others, but all must flow out to let renewed energy in... that is the nature of the writing and the method to my madness and all that good stuff... it's why I write... and when I am not writing I am reading for the mind must continue to process ideas... it's quite an addiction, if you must know... some days I feel like a genius and some days I feel like a fool and some days I don't feel anything at all, there really is no hard fast rule... this babbling is something I didn't learn in school and it's not trying to be cool it's just me trying to survive all alone in this mind... and what do you see? yes, it is your turn now
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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 |