gee... i maybe both ahead of and behind the curve. I feel like i am Daniel Kaufman.
EGOTIST!
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there comes a point in a day
when everything is going your way,
then
Fuck.
then you start
to worry
and
hesitate.
the drifts of time, midnight arrives.
you've relived death,
again.
and the point of it all?
adapted from a book, based on an article, a chronical of a true story.
confidence is truth, and beauty and all that.
the inner.
creativity is. wee.
structure. is.
all this and more, inside.
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yeah, ummm... i'm not sure.
I find that the rant and rave technique can become as passe as grunge, b-hives or blogging, and that in the near future the world will be a place where expression must be screened.
future?
is there no, non-medium? if the medium is the message, what does this really mean. what's this saying about who i am. that i can't speak these words? words are manythings. here they are a collection of symbols, combinded in a recognised maner, which we as an english speaking society have a (relitivly) shared understanding of meaning. audiatory words are a collection of sounds, which the same society can attach meaning. so, what's the big deal. maybe i can only say things with noone around? maybe i need to do this slowly.
maybe i need to carry around a dictation recorder...
the medium, the beauty or lack there of, the balance.
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someone said today that i was a wise man.
then i thought about a wise man i knew.
i hope to be like him.
wisdom is often attributed to age.
i'm 19.
that's a lifetime.
attack life. but nothing else.
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why does time pass, how does time pass?
Updated: Sunday, 9 November 2003 11:47 AM EST
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