obviate media.

The lack of inebriation leaves me with answers that are all too correct. Blissfull resistance leaves me with a warmth that is all to familiar. Paranoid delusions push through the consistent path I once followed. I try to find the biggest Bad-est vocabulary through which I can express myself. For some reason I feel that the more complex and indecipherable my language is the more complex and motivated it must be. The illusion that there is no matter that matters is what draws me to the unknown. I continue to disappoint myself with not the assumptions I've made but the fact that they are never correct. In the rare even that my emotions and motivations have been correct, I soon lost track of where they were leading me, rendering them pointless. I feel that none of this makes sense, and maybe I am only posting for the sake of nothing better to do.

Posted by Andy S. on Friday, September 29, 2006 at 9:18 PM | Permalink