windy

[andalus]

Let no one claim I ever attempted consistency.

I don't know what my own voice sounds like anymore. I want to hear it in the differences in the voices I assume.

What people call their self is usually the first least transparent layer they come across.

I know the things I've written aren't my best works. I want them taken care of, they're a part of things I will hopefully write. If no one reads them how will I know they're done? Why did I put those unpublished pieces on the website? They're terrible introductions. But I want them to exist.

I do worry about not existing.

I'm starting to think of this journal as part of a never-ending interview with Life. In case I die before anyone gets to ask me the important questions.

Comments

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

Pretend I'm life. Ask me anything at all before I destroy you.

[andalus.livejournal.com]

dude. Life is gnomic and minatory and all those other words that mean totally unhelpful. Life is like Yoda before he got a lightsaber. I don't need any advice from life, life can listen to me blab for a bit then whatever.

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

You made life cry.

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[andalus.livejournal.com]

I HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG BUT YOU ARE STILL GOING TO DESTROY ME

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

That I chose to spend my only life destroying you is my damn business.

[andalus.livejournal.com]

wasn't it recently at around or soon to be your birthday

[proximoception.livejournal.com]

My birthday died when you forgot it.

[andalus.livejournal.com]

but I clapped and clapped.