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so what is the point of interaction? the connection? the difference between a meaningless conversation and one that will follow your every footstep between there and now, another place and home? as me or ridgway would say, mining for carrots is the answer. such a laughable phrase but if you analyze it you would see the meaning. i love interaction and conversations if there is a point to it. bill hicks, buckley, james dean, jfk, brando, h.s.t, kerouac, ginsberg, burroughs - whether spelt properly or not their name will resonate with the right people. they are all linked, and its the people behind the link that i hold in reverence. the people who see the link between the good and the bad, the slow and the 100mph pace of kingdom of fear. the reference points are needed to progress, but to read and revere is only to slow down the progress of your own thoughts. there is only one of each, you have make your own groove and to move yourself, making your own marks in the sand, the water washing away all insignificance. time is fast, it will alter what you write quickly so you have to act now to make a mark on a person, an individual, who will pass it on unequivicably, without adding their own disruptive penetration. spelling mistakes only help, to go back and correct would only alter the straight and quick motion from brain and thought to paper or word. so whether to read up or continue without full knowledge of plagerism and what is already written. just go, do it now, write on in hope, not in fear of recriminations, if it has already been done, and done better, what matter does it make? it will still be your own mark, chisselled into granite, there for all to see, for all time. naievty, immaturity, couldnt give a fuck, it is in full, honest and is now down for all to see, and more importantly pass on like the links previously mentioned. on and on, no matter how small, no matter what minority, if it is there someone seeking such warez will find, like a carrot in the soil, the eternity of ones own thoughts and interpretations. as once said before, the difference between the almost right word and the right word is the difference between lightening and the lightening bug. but i think what is more important is the word, written, and fully fledged. once down, it exists. its just there. no matter whatever its merits, paraphrased or not, its there, and people like us will find it, filter out the shit and sort out the grains for the gold. for every word written, a letter can be saved. if you write long enough something cognitive will be released, subconsciously or not. it will be there, if written honestly enough with enough forsight in your own head, translation will not be lost. it is in this hope i tread firmly, not on sand, and move on, past the mild jokes at my own expense. "don't worry", i said, "they're not intelligent enough to think of any new lines, you'll have heard it all before", and no doubt, from better minds than those who are too scared.