blah. blah. blah.

Again,
I write. I write.
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I like writing.
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I like fiction.
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I like writing fiction.
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I like writing fiction because. Reality. the realm of reality. Is strange.
Reality. I've found. is stranger than fiction. too much. there's too much care. for
things, insignificant. who. what. where. when. why. how. strange.
words. words are just words. words go together. to make more words. and. then.
even more. words. they don't. mean anything. not really. yet. they. can mean.
everything. everything. and so. i write. i write of frustration. them words. they
frustrate me. they come at. the most unusual times. and places. places, too. the
toilet. the road. in line. waiting. waiting for the elev. -ator, wherever it is.
impossible. impossible to. stop. stop and. take paper out. the blank sheet. of paper.
white paper. and purple, too. always. supposedly. at hand. but. never. never when
them words. are needed. not when. I, stand. I, sit. I, find. myself. staring. drowning
in eyes, unknown. helpless, they leave. me. and, I. lose my. self. to the crippling.
effect. of eyes, unknown.

To their strangeness,
I am power... LESS.

help. LESS, i am- I am pulled in
to
the DEEP

A
R
K


ABYSS

of the soul. where. there, i find. what. to me, is more REAL.
i find. U. bare. naked. stripped. of reality.
AND ITS PRETENSES
robbed. of rationality.
AND ITS IRRATIONALITY

FREE

of reason. of logic. and of limits. the limits. of being. what we are. and what we are. not.

i find u. as u are: REAL. to me. not with eyes, unknown. not with the feel. of your breathe. on my skin. but.
but.
but. the tangibility. of your memory... from. my imaginings.

drowned. lost. in memory. i watch. the moment. this moment. with u.

p a s s me by

with out having used. that. which. I thought. I under stand. words,

and their power...

LESSness.