Random thoughts bubble up from the subconscious, turn into streams of consciousness and reveal themselves in a universe of ambiguous dreams.
posted by Wheat Kracker at 10:10 PM
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I don't know why I've started this blog. Something to do with creative writing. Stream of Conscious. I won't say anything bad I hope. I'm not rich I'm just lazy. Some say I'm mad. A life filled with grandiose wonderings, but I feel just fine. I like to stand under a blanket of stars on a hot summer night. Sit on a log that has washed up on the bank and listen to water whispering, life goes on. Lighting flashing over the horizon. When the wind blows and the snow flies heavy, I like to walk. Bundle up and feel the power. Experience what they call a blizzard from where it happens. Tornadoes excite me still. Public dispays of effection are fine with me.(too an extent) Why be afraid to show the world your love.
I am too alone in the world, and not alone enough to make every moment holy. I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough just to lie before you like a thing, shrewd and secretive. I want my own will, and I want simply to be with, my will, as it goes toward action, and in the silent, sometimes hardly moving times when something is coming near, I want to be with those who know secret things, or else alone.
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GAIN THE INTERNAL EYE AND VIEW THE UNIVERSE