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wow its been a couple of weeks since i have had access to the internet. yep i have an addiction, especially when i am here, its the only way to communicate with people worth talking to. sad isnt it, and something that i wrote to pass the time last week...

so i sit here pondering the meaning of meaning. i mean what does mean mean? you can mean that you are a mean person or that you mean that you really mean something. but what is something? its not just a thing and its not nothing, or there would be no thing that is tied to the some. some more? more or less. ever stopped making sense for a day, it is not just going crazy, its purposely falling into an abstract state of mind, thats when things in this fragmented world make sense, or do they? what is sense in the first place? an idea? ideas are opinions. opinions are subjective. is blue the same for me as it is for you? maybe for you its what i call red and what someone else calls green. how can we know? our brains and eyes are totally different, the beauty of individuality, you never know what someone else is thinking. total chaos. individuality=chaos, chaos=life. read em and weep, baby! you aint what you expected and neither am i. or am i? you will never know. you can get an idea of who i am but you can never really know me. to mean something is to be something, to be something means to be individual on whatever level you choose, even the mindless mass is an individual, individual from the rest of us parasites. perspective, something all of us have in common, but the one thing that we all dont agree on. to mean something is to be something and that means you are individual from everything else to be an individual is to be in chaos with the rest of the world to mean something you must be in chaos. no sleep for you baby.