broken dreams play over skipping needles. it is about to get real artsy and shitty in here. the people will speak... they will be longwinded and they will pontificate. fuck them. i am one of them. self-awareness doesn't mean that i receive a free pass. i still want to tell a story... but i don't have the perspective to do it. really?.... this is just a way of letting you know that i am better than this presentation makes me seem. what else could this possibly be? these words are made public for you to interpret and synthesize... maybe you don't analyze... maybe you just want to see the shit-eating details of the experiences of others... but for me: i often begin to formulate a question concerning the way that humans want themselves to be perceived and eventually my passion dies down after i jerk off or have something better to do. i am full of these lazy passions. i never truly figure anything out... i just blast cyberspace with my under-developed opinion. mostly i just spew sarcastic blather and vomit-up shit that has been said better elsewhere.
ha
actually i think that i am great. but mostly because of my ability to turn the steaming laserbeam of hot rabbit-shit onto myself. no straight face... just an amount of words over an amount of measurement that may or may not be a product of subjective momentum. (time)
"talk to me... i'm ready."
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