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When this song shifts left, my mind alters its state with it but not in a similar sense
Or when these adjoined noises adjust, it takes these adjoined synapses and snaps them into new settings.
Which is entirely absurd!
I would like to thank this feeling for being, or this being for feeling.
You see, I could have paragraph after paragraph about how things are, or how the world makes me feel, or my pseudo-intellectual deconstruction of politics or a shoe flying out a window or the allegory of consumerism or something.
I guess I find comfort in the fact I don't need to do those things, since they've already been done.
I'm not your witty blogger you can dig up with any given thrust of an e-shovel.
Everything's all about opinions and being right and certain, almost floaty-right. Lofty-right. Right with 100% confidence but then shrugging and saying "hey world, I could be wrong." Such a ruse.
Now if I were more apt at being what I can't, this would be structured, cohesive, and you'd probably be coming back for more on my opinions.
Thing is, they're not so genuine to have an entire webspace dedicated to them.
Sometimes, I look at trees and feel henosis.
there. there's my month's worth of opinions for you on how I feel.
Come back soon for my dissection of the Obama presidency.
Or when these adjoined noises adjust, it takes these adjoined synapses and snaps them into new settings.
Which is entirely absurd!
I would like to thank this feeling for being, or this being for feeling.
You see, I could have paragraph after paragraph about how things are, or how the world makes me feel, or my pseudo-intellectual deconstruction of politics or a shoe flying out a window or the allegory of consumerism or something.
I guess I find comfort in the fact I don't need to do those things, since they've already been done.
I'm not your witty blogger you can dig up with any given thrust of an e-shovel.
Everything's all about opinions and being right and certain, almost floaty-right. Lofty-right. Right with 100% confidence but then shrugging and saying "hey world, I could be wrong." Such a ruse.
Now if I were more apt at being what I can't, this would be structured, cohesive, and you'd probably be coming back for more on my opinions.
Thing is, they're not so genuine to have an entire webspace dedicated to them.
Sometimes, I look at trees and feel henosis.
there. there's my month's worth of opinions for you on how I feel.
Come back soon for my dissection of the Obama presidency.