Saturday, August 23, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
The natural tendency of any human being is to take up the middle of the bed. This should not be looked upon with resentment, for each and every one of us might take on this tack in the innocent and unconscious state of sleep.
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In writing, we translate the infinite data of our universe into something receivable by the human mind. The process molds and shapes the intangible essence into tangible, parseable components making up a weave of thuses and therefores that creates our very existence. In writing, we sort chaos into order and further the entropy of everything.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2008
A compulsion to write, to publish online even if it is nonsensical or noone ever reads it. A compulsion to add sentence fragments to an ever-growing logosphere, to add data to a widening datastream. Soon it shall be a torrent, a downpour of information perhaps too overwhelming to be anything but static, the noise of rain.
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