Here i am, its nearly time to wake up, yet i still feel a deep desire to stay in this conscious, yet not so exciting state. I had a not so exciting day, cleaning, resting, playing with my new iPod . . . definitely something that will end up controlling and taking over many free hours of my days. It's not like i usually did anything productive with my days anyways. most of them are usually spent on Dante (my computer) anyways . . . which is partailly why i decided to get a blog. Typing is so much easier and faster then writing . . .
. . . why is that writing helps me vent? Even while i type there are a milion things going through my mind, there is no way i can capture all that on paper (or in this case the screen) it is rather impossible and kinda depressing . . . jsut think of all those wonderful thoughts and idea that get away due to my impotent typing skills . . .
my eyes are trying to tell me something in morse code i think . . all the blinking going on . . . if only i had a mirror i could perhaps distinguish the entire message. But i think the just of is their grave desire for sleep . . . i will contnue this new adventure of 'blogging' another day.
Audios amigos!
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Well, this is Luke posting simply to say that he is still a regular viewer, and your blogs do not go unnoticed. I've actually got an RSS feed on your blog :)
Anyway, your newest one is surprisingly good... the poetry is what I would dub 'above par'. Is this a bad sign, emotionally speaking?
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