Hmmm.... So, this NaBloPoMo has got me into the writing vein again. I'm feeling it. But here's the real kicker.
Are these my words? Are those YOUR words?
Sometimes when I'm writing I'm hoping that these words (not these words but... the ones I'm writing at the time) are more than just simple black and white scratches. Sometimes they feel bigger, more in touch with the universe, as if someone somewhere is writing the same words. Is that too complex?
Hmm. Words that unite us, since they give us the ability to communicate, are more than a device to convey how awesome "Pageant Place" is to another person, rather, they are the essence of our being. Maybe my words are on the same mystic plane as another individual, maybe its deja vu and another person has wrote the same words before. Does any ELSE feel as those their words are bigger than 10 point times new roman when they write?
-it is what it is-
there's nothing like a handful of words to depict the madness of daily life. it seems so simple sometimes yet the maddening truth is that there is nothing simple about it. you never know when life will creep up on you and bite. i only hope to guide someone thru the chaos.
sheltons
-four boys-
word reign
welcome to my blog..... it means nothing and is nothing...
it is what it is..... hope everyone enjoys these late nite musing and ravings. Word Reign (Rain) let the words just fall down like rain.
some sort of paradox i think... at least that's what i was going for. welcome to my world.
it is what it is
-i think they like me-
take this with you
The streets are exteneded gutters and the guttrs are full of blood and when the drains finally scab o ver, all the vermin will drown. the accumulated filth of all their sex and muder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "save us!"... and I'll look down and whisper--"no".
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
-Rorschach
go then--there are other worlds than these.
-jake
never explain, never apologize.
-HST
passions penned, blood and ink spill
forgotten is the prophet... writing still
-jps
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