got to turn that down. get it out of the foreground. shift the space, shape the sound. carve out a place and sculpt the environment. just to clear a little to think. room enough. and opening for dialogue and perhaps a little movement. some sideways shifting. up and down, without diminishing the backflip. inspired by some trailor park trash humour online. now they all got computers just you see what they are doing. puts a whole new sharp edge onto the term abuse. in the abuse of power sense. powerful sense. powerfully non descript and unconcerned with whatever is going on outside of it. some sort of esoteric joke. just closing that target market in a little too close to home. without the ability to remember what you have written the whole purpose for writing for one's self has changed its importance. shift a little, paradigmatically, to the left. like a short stumpy black sausage pumped out of rear end of some chocolate factory. you know it's got to be high in cocoas cause it's just so black.
well i guess i hadn't really read anything like it before. but i had heard the voice. and it was grating. and it was sad. and it was like i had heard everything else before, nothing could ever come after. so in all a little pretentious. but then if i were god wouldn't i be too?
that's what i would have said in all honesty that's what i am saying. but you wouldn't take it on board with any of the gravity that i think it deserves. because it is my opinion. but then we have a number, probably three problems with this. firstly my opinion is of no regard. well at least of no high regard. secondly, and then even despite the aforementioned problem that we label the first, that is to say even if my opion were held in high regard, the interpretation of my opinion would not accurately represent the meaning transposed within. thus perhaps not being at all helpful as to direct into the direction that i may wish to take it. this is not so much a defect of the interpretor but rather the failure on my part to properly reconcile concept with vocabulary. it's poor. it is poor. which thereby leads me upon the third obstacle that encroaches upon my opinion ever getting heard in its full and proper capacity. the very vehicle of communication is intrinsically undermined by my self in an attempt to obtain power. to confuse and surprise thy other world is to shake it by its foundations, in hopes that it may topple, if not forever than for a moment.
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