flowing words without content, intagible tastes and sounds. When i was young i wouldnt sleep sometimes and my senses would get out of whack, every sound was a seperate angry entity whose very existance involved only hating me. Touch became an un fathomable world out of scale with anything i had ever known, id close my eyes and grasp a glass of water, it was a massive increase in resolution. the feeling of the glass so detailed and packed full of information i had trouble believing my hand wasnt the size of a small couch.
i keep forgetting that there's no real solid at the core of anything. Did you know if you have enough people you can sit down on each others laps. a lap to sit on for everyone and an ass in everyone's lap, no chairs neccesary. Everyone just has to sit down at exactly the same time.
I never write anymore because I cant think of any content important enough. I keep forgetting there is no such thing as content. I could write a novel of jibberish and watch the content phenomena manifest itself in that as it has every where else. no niche will be left unpopulated by random organisation.
i want rain, right now.
i keep forgetting that there's no real solid at the core of anything. Did you know if you have enough people you can sit down on each others laps. a lap to sit on for everyone and an ass in everyone's lap, no chairs neccesary. Everyone just has to sit down at exactly the same time.
I never write anymore because I cant think of any content important enough. I keep forgetting there is no such thing as content. I could write a novel of jibberish and watch the content phenomena manifest itself in that as it has every where else. no niche will be left unpopulated by random organisation.
i want rain, right now.
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rybo:
let me know if you find a copy of enter the matrix that actually works. If I find one I will let you know.
eponine:
*blink, blink*
