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oops, that's <a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/198370">http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/liste n/198370</a>
Mutant from the primordial ooze, busking on the streets of the internet. I will be forgotten by time. A temporary fascination. Use me up. I am yours. Help me feel useful...
Aname Goeshere
@LLAAPPSSEE
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Musician and storyteller... do you make cakes too?!?!?!?!?!?
Heh-heh, i've made cakes. I wouldn't eat them : P
Relentlessly i chugged on through the wall of text. I believe that if words forming sentences forming paragraphs formed walls this wall would be ancient and growing vines. Reminded me of my writing and perhaps all poetic thought process. Relentless, enduring, catastrophic and extremely hard to follow unless of course your the one leading which if not the case then you might not understand what your writing, and that my friend would just be odd.
Should not have thought about Sartre before plunging into the consistent tossing and turning of to what i now know as sleep. The most twisted, disturbing heinous thoughts crawl through my brain. Such a lonely place to end your day. Why must man distress, Sartre must be laughing in his grave i thought.
My parents came to mind, an old wedding picture that use to hang on our wall, a vivid childhood memory. i remember the taste of my tears, its a very humbling thought and once again i am distracted from such loneliness. I have got over the depression from the teenage hormones raging through my body but i came to understand this as something very different, very frightening and very lonely. Lonely in a crowd of people.
My friend and i broke into a cemetery the other night, i thought about mortality. I wanted to dig my finger nails through the dirt and scream at ever concrete monument, but i re framed i believe in respecting the emptiness apon nothingness.
"With no memory of how you got 'here' you could only assume you simply materialized in this space. All your atoms and their apprehended and yet undiscovered features collected here beside this table - this phone. Your carbon-based form simply is and you don't really bother stumbling over the semantics."
This is truly beautiful. i see your picture and what you write and i think what a beautiful person. This quote reminds me of lyrics by Issac broke, he says "someday you will die and somehow somethings ganna steal your carbon"
Hey Ceb, thanks for reading this. Thanks for the response, too. I'm going to finish up this response and post the second half of the story - just for you, actually, since you took interest (and i have the second half - still unfinished mind you), then go to your page and tell you about all of the things i have already told you about planning on doing right here, bah-hah.
Its sort of a subconscious flow of thoughts - y'know - things i've been reading about lately, ideas that have left impression on me, my own ideas that i've formulated. Sometimes i wonder if authors intentionally wind in confusing story elements just for the sake of debate; for the sake of reason.
i've been thinking a lot about memory lately. How i can barely remember my childhood, growing up. How its all muddied up and slinking away. Yet, somehow, somewhere I, as a person, have been fortified by those memories that i cannot recall. Or, maybe I'm just not thinking hard enough. Heh. Or maybe i lost a part of myself somewhere.
You should check into some books by "Haruki Murakami" - i think you may really like him. I really admiring his writing style. The things he writes about have somehow always managed to correlate with myself. He's a really beautiful writer. I sometimes wish i knew how to read and understand Japanese so i could truly read his writing, rather then reading a translation.
Thank you for your comment. It really makes me feel good. Especially during this time of year, heh. Especially during this 'musical block'. One escape gets blocked so i turn to another.
FuNDaMeLoN
man youre creeping me out with those psychadelic stories, but it got me thinking...
Anyway, i just submitted a remix of FYDF if you're interested.
<a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/listen/19">http://www.newgrounds.com/audio/liste n/19</a> 8370