Fourth

I think maybe I would finally like to be lumped into a genre of people. What's my circle google? Internet don't you know best. I wonder if i dropped into a zone and just hung out if it would all work out fine, or would i wind up pacing the hallways and lighting the curtains on fire. I wonder if i am made up of all the people i have met throughout my life, like a unique set of scars. And i can pull personalities out of each scar on command, just slide into a persona. I know people, who don't drift, they just stay at the top of the water where they are supposed to be. Where they will always be found. Truly reliable and obscenely boring. I listen to music without words, theres no theme, only movement. Most likely used as a catchall for the personas bobbing throughout my brain. If there are no words then there is no argument, no reason to be upset over values. Question, do people have a store they frequent, a sum of all their parts in a shopping experience? TODAY I FEEL LIKE BORDER PATROL

Third

I barely have a need for a blog, i barely have a need for a camera. I don't actually have a use for creativity which is why it is gone, evaporated. Left in the microwave spinning around heating up your day old coffee, useless. I would have a use for a social system, if there was a ladder or something to look at. But instead its the internet. A solid block of locals looking for other locals, who are looking for strangers out of their county that they will get along with well enough to be happy for a bit. I wonder if they stop wandering then they will stumble into a pretty puddle. I wonder if the weather really changes moods, or is it just the drugs you pump into your blood constantly. And you think that your discontent is normal, call me with unforseen bitterness about nothing i have heard before. I will not say the correct things, i have been blindsided. I cannot support a system that has no system.