Friday, January 12, 2007
ahhh, the inner me. i just wish i could remember what the voice deep down beneath it all and i talk about. of course, that would also make things too easy, having instant access to such an unlimited source of knowledge. well, wank-related knowledge. that is what i feel like when i talk to other people. alone, talking to myself, things can fall into place so nicely. progress can be made without any need for words. ideas can be formed and tested. pages worth of text can be virtually created in my head. but i can try to talk about the same thing with someone else, and it all disappears. i bet he sits in there and watches, laughing. i bet he trips me when i am walking down the street just to see me squirm. i think he is mad that part of us is still stuck in this body. at this point, he has probably trancended time, so to be partially stuck in such a rediculous linear frame of mind drives him nuts. so he sits in there, trying to drag me out of my skull by the lobes so we can fly off and do random nonlinear things without any fixed reference points to mess things up, until our next iteration is born at least. i think he likes the drugs though.
