Writing
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schrodinger’s help(er)
Whether my ideas and writing helps someone or not, they’re out there to be found. Potentially resulting in real connection to others–whether I ever even know about it. It’s cool to imagine my documented thoughts possibly entertaining and/or helping someone in a practical way. 😏✨️
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Too many ideas to function
As soon as I write anything, it goes somewhere. I keep getting ideas and I can’t write enough, OR fast enough. And there’s no technology to transcribe my hundreds and thousands of overlapping thoughts and connections in every second. So all I can do is start writing, and the tsunami…
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Sex
It’s 7:33 in the morning, and I’ve already done four of my favorite things: slept, had sex, showered, and smoked. And we’re about to eat. That’s top five activities. The day has started perfectly. I’ve done everything I love. My day is complete. I don’t have to do anything else.…
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Speaking to myself through writing
Reading all my writings from over the years is like speaking to myself from the past. I’m understanding even better NOW what I meant back then. Experience and wisdom.. Its like having a relationship with myself. A pen pal in a way. There are some things I wrote that I…
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Be the niche you want to see in the world
I need a space for writings, nebulous musings, unsolicited advice, and talk therapy for all the versions of my soul. A way to relive and experience the contrasts, and even come to accept the abstract and sometimes infuriatingly paradoxical nature of life. A place for expression without the need for…
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In silence
…all sorts of truths and stories materialize. I experience realities in my mind. I don’t have to physically experience it all in this physical form for the feeling I experience to be “real” to me. From where do all “my” thoughts come? I’m only the one expressing them. They aren’t even my…
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If all it takes to experience something is to write it, then what do I want to imagine?
A mix of mundane and fantastical scenarios simply because I’m curious about a multitude of experiences and “outcomes.” No purpose. Only being. Only consciousness. Only observing my creation and creating my observation. If this is all there is to it, I suppose it’s not so bad to exist in this…
