locus
Don't forget where you are so easily. It's not like everywhere you were before led to you being there.
but that's okay, the motion is just a memory; a sense of movement that is only created by the transients existing in your short term memory. from one physical configuration to …sentiment
here is your soundtrack: http://soundcloud.com/8dx
many years ago i joined a website and when i joined that website i began to discover the meaning of spouting indecipherable gibberish into a non-coalescing schematic to explain the delusions of grandeur that allowed me to believe each new effort was indeed necessary in …hominid eclectic
EHLO 64digits.com
I'm back and forth again with my presence on this site, not yet really sure why that is. I'm really bad at following through with things I say I'm going to do, so, I think I should just stop using capital letters because they're hurting my eyes to …thoughts on artificial intelligence
he-lo 6-4-digits
it is i, the person who is a person. ok, introductions aside, because i pretty much hate those in any universe.so i need to come here and write a bunch of stuff down so i have a repository of information that once it's written… okay, let's just …__i am your underscore__
how did i decide that these words are the ones that are going here? i didn't really decide on it i guess i just sorta maybe started writing out what came to mind because that made sense, you know?
thats the price that you pay for being high then you …melody
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stop typing stop styping stop stopping type stoppingstop stypi styping stpogjweok sorry about that i was having trouble there. hello 64 digits, how are you on this fine day? my name is MahFreenAmeh and I like the way your soul tastes. wait that's wrong. okay forget that. …we used to ---
pretend that everything was going to be different tomorrow –
get up and drag to the monotony of sequence and structure –we used to pretend that we could decipherWRGOABABD.interstitial
salutations, 64digits; how does this fine night find you?
'tis just another night. just another day of madness. or something like that.this is supposed to be somewhat of an interstitial between my globs of waxing musing nonsense, and stories or whatever the hell word you decide to attribute to …delusions (more writings)
"There once was a sparrow,
who met his doom at the fateof an outline; Farmer Johndid not let it down."Doesn't quite have the childhood innocence of the poem you'd expect an insane person to leave you with. But it's been pounding through my head all night. Mostly …writing is fun (and such)
They left me with nothing but a piece of paper. Fuck if I could read it in the state I was in. Truth be told, fuck if I even wanted to read it; all I could focus on was a deep pain up the side of my head. Ever had …
