Monday, May 26, 2008

the opposite of slow

I started writing a book this morning.. somewhere between 2:30am and 4:00am.. I can't remember now.

What if words lost their meaning?

sometimes if I concentrate hard enough, I can hear the English language as some weird mumble jumble of words with absolutely no meaning.

fuck doesn't seem so offensive. I like to use this kind of hearing when people start yelling at me, or if I disagree with someone. It's easier than having your feelings hurt if you have no idea what they're saying.

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