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I love words, they really are amazing. Somewhere someone decided that in this part of the world a ball was a round thing kids played with. And people went with it. How amazing is that, someone came up with something that everyone agreed on. And it still happens today. Dane Cook said BAMF meant bad ass motherfucker and we listened. How weird is that we can agree on things that represent ideas, hopes, dreams and inter office memos but not the ideas and such themselves. Sometimes people get to choose what words mean, Jesus was either a Son of God, a Prophet, or a nice bedtime story, your choice, spin the wheel and choose an option.
I haven't written one of these silly little rants in awhile. Its odd. Life is strange. I miss talking to Alex sometimes but not as much as I would have thought. 8 o clock rehersals start tommorow. Joyyyyyy. Playing with swords, assasinating gods and doing it to music is a tad draining. My mind keeps drifting, slipping like wet clay through my hands. If i grasp it right I can hold it for a while, but eventually the bit at the bottom will leak out and its gone again.
When does the part without constant stress come? The only way I can deal with it is by making it unimportant, which makes it more stressful at points because I worry the lack of caring will make it more stressful later. Over and over like a damn slinky on an escalator, never getting anywhere unless it stops working and slips backwards.
Its nice having someone to talk to again.
PS. Speaking of words, Escalator is funny looking, innit it?
I haven't written one of these silly little rants in awhile. Its odd. Life is strange. I miss talking to Alex sometimes but not as much as I would have thought. 8 o clock rehersals start tommorow. Joyyyyyy. Playing with swords, assasinating gods and doing it to music is a tad draining. My mind keeps drifting, slipping like wet clay through my hands. If i grasp it right I can hold it for a while, but eventually the bit at the bottom will leak out and its gone again.
When does the part without constant stress come? The only way I can deal with it is by making it unimportant, which makes it more stressful at points because I worry the lack of caring will make it more stressful later. Over and over like a damn slinky on an escalator, never getting anywhere unless it stops working and slips backwards.
Its nice having someone to talk to again.
PS. Speaking of words, Escalator is funny looking, innit it?