Put me on the next page outta here.

[ebcdic]

My mom bought me this awesome old-fashioned journal that has a silver skull and bones stamped on the front so I thought I'd use to to try to tap into my subconscious. I think these really random thoughts all day and I wonder sometimes if they actually mean anything in a larger sense. If I wrote them all down, would they hold the key to the universe or just be a stream of junk corrupting the linear code in my head? Either way, I'm going to recapture them here without edits later.

For now, I'm going to bask in the glow of an LCD screen and watch pixelated images translated from someone else's imagination.