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I can't believe that live journal still even exists what with Rupert Murdoch's myspace powerhouse. Hey looky livejournal saves things as you write. I have no real reason for updating. I have nothing to say, no new insights, no new topics to discuss and no delusions about people reading anything I write. I do realize a lot of things though, a few more clear than some others. For starters, I don't think I've ever written a really honest word in any journal online. I've tried too hard, written to impress, lied in poetry and plagiarized myself. I've copied the styles of writers and artists and been bored to tears by my own knack for repitition. Getting away from the computer helps break that cycle. Leaving your writings in unread yellow notebooks helps too. Nobody will ever hear from you. That's a good thing. But uh yeah anyway what is new? Syd Barrett died last week and it still bothers me and I'm not sure why. I mean on the one hand there's the way the death of a monumental figure (at least to me and John Frusciante) can go relatively unnoticed. On the other hand there's um well I'm not sure what's on the other hand. It just depressed me though like a lot of things. I've been reading the bible a lot lately and I'm midway through the new testament. I think anyone interested in understanding history/the world/america/human beings/poetry/literature or pretty much anything else could benefit a lot from reading the bible. And not in a 'know thy enemy' way. That's silly. That's like punk rock irony which let's face it is just fucking useless to everyone except Ashton Kutcher. "And your gravity fails and negativity don't pull you through". I've always appreciated how Christians can be so unflinching and certain. When I see crazy people on a Jesus thing I always ask them questions. I remember this man in England with a sign telling about the coming of the End. He appreciated my manners. The Bible is loaded with history and it doesn't matter that almost nothing in the book probably ever actually happened. History is not a record of what happened but of what might've happened. I think. maybe not. Anyway, the lesson is: read the bible. Trust me. The more I read the bible, the less I believe in God. I believe God is hiding inside a Bob Dylan song, I just can't figure out which one. Hmm. If you read this, leave a comment about God or something. I need something to read!!