Writing does a funny thing to me, a sort of reprogramming, maybe a calibration, gets me thinking a certain way. I used to worship this feeling but I think now I've got a good bead on it and I know where it fits in. It makes the running commentary of my head much sharper, the vocabulary stronger, the content more honest, accurate. But it's still ( Read more... )

periodic drive to revive my LJ

"I hope this doesn't change you wanting to hang out with me ( Read more... )

Again I've woken before getting the token 8 hours of sleep. My mind is always so wild and unfocused in the mornings; always spiraling off into reckless thought. I woke because more sleep seemed improbable and the most discursive mind always afflicts me laying in bed with no stimulation, waiting and hoping to fall asleep. I keep a strong constant ( Read more... )

And its no good to masturbate because in my dream we only kissed and thats all I wanted ( Read more... )

A few reflections ( Read more... )

I've become distrustful of my thoughts, this disturbs me.

It's some distant sleepless night ( Read more... )

As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being ( Read more... )

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