I don't have much to say. But I will say something about words. What are they really besides the imagination of humans, our way of labeling things? Truthfully I think they are nothing if you think when a person is talking it's just words. When we speak all we hear or see is the concrete materiel world before us. Does anyone stop and think those words are really thoughts. That was an attempt to make ones thought exist in this physical world we are bound too. Thoughts are not in english. We translate them in our head. How many times have you had a hard time putting your thoughts into words. This is the dilema. They are not the same thing. So they don't really translate to the exact meaning or purpose of a thought. What do you say? Let's shuffle of this physical coil and get to some pure based thoughts. On anything really translate as best you can and just post here what you are thinking in words as accuratley as you can get them to thought. 
I guess I did hav a lot to say and I doubt my always wandering ramblings will make sense to many people that read this. Lol I doubt it will make sense to me in an hour but thats ok because this is now. And now I'm gone bye bye
I guess I did hav a lot to say and I doubt my always wandering ramblings will make sense to many people that read this. Lol I doubt it will make sense to me in an hour but thats ok because this is now. And now I'm gone bye bye
One question though...If I'm writing what I'm thinking then doesn't that mean I am thinking in words and not pure thought? Images may be pure thought, but the written word isn't....I''ve managed to thoroughly confuse myself. lol
I will say this though:
I thought of this poem early this morning. It was about 2 am. I couldn't sleep. I was completely restless and just lying there lifeless thinking about words and which ones I should put together and which ones I should leave as lonely symbols to represent what and how I feel. I think the thought process was more interesting than anything. My mind was in overdrive for some reason.
I was thinking of feelings and tears. how they just go together hand in hand. When someone is overjoyed or overwhelmed they cry. All these things were going through my mind. I was thinking of love itself as a seperate entity. I always thought of love as a feeling. Like an emotion but I realized that's not really what it is. I don't believe it's a feeling, but rather an embodiment of feelings. It's something we channel. We taint love by being human. We attach things to it and distort it, but the love itself is a beautiful and unique thing.
a lot more but I have a party to go to so..peace, love and sex!