...yeah?
im sick of hearing yap that slang will be dated within the next month, i assure you
(others, and my own)
im sick of my thoughts separating into flittering fae confetti why
or branching into unfollowable fractalline detail are
where everything is made of disparate parts you
but still indistinct writing
talking over others in lowercase throughout this website?
having to YELL! to be acknowledged you don't usually talk like this (even my my own self)
talking over myself? indistinct internal whisper-mono/dialogue (er, write) (because thoughts get interrupted-
to be interpreted by?
myself? -or overwritten-
(but not really myself) - by other thoughts.)
remember when i said i was an informationpusher? on index.html?
these are the consequences
i would've been like this anyway
but maybe YOU could've* been saved?
we are all informationpushers now
*coulda shoulda woulda I
this was initially intended to be a(t least a semi-) coherent essay II
and then turned into crappy poetry III
that would've been better if i just cut the fat IIII
(the "fat" being the last four lines) IIIII
er. five. five then, but six now IIIII I
seven IIII III
the background is blue because i didn't resist the urge to say something that doesn't mean anything
it would be red if anything meant anything