Another night, stuck for words, inspiration, thought.
Another night sitting here, in front of this machine of mine.
Desire to express... something ...anything ...all these desires driven by the machine inside my head.
This reprehensible machine of mine, pushing for something I do not know, or understand, but continues regardless.
Falling up has started again. *reference to a past entry* I feel again.
I've been dulled, not by choice, but by time and stagnancy. I'm starting to feel it again...feel like I�m falling.
It's the uncertainty, the not knowing, and the things I don't understand. I'm starting to experience again, daily, and I love it.
All possibilities.
I love the unknown.
This is the unknown.
It is the unknown.
We are the unknown.
You are the unknown.
10:52 p.m. - 2006-09-07
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