so i write and things - and i am not sure why i write and things, but what i am sure of is that i do not write to make sense - but i do write and enjoy others reading (what i write) - sometimes i think i don't, but i do. the thing is though, that i do not get the message through. what i write is confusing, not because i am the holy one or anything - but because i intend to confuse. my high comes from the trinketing of lingual whatevers to get a certain imagery through, that tends to sensual descriptions as opposed to any narrative or informative relevance. as i am editing
so now i hate
and because i hate it, now i really do - because it knows a lot of things, things i don't know - things you don't know - but whatever. things happen. lines happen, and when they intersect, other things happen.