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slutever



no one on this earth understand



none get me




im one woof in a sea of experiential static




use it. 




i often feel like the entirety of human experience could be expressed as a hodge-podge of electromagnetic energy charging through our bodies




and sometimes, when im super lucky, my spinal cord decides to pick up a snippet of static and i listen very very closely




most of the time, its very sad.




because when i discern pieces of information                                     like shells on a beach



        form an image           flipped         in sequence, i am driven to produce incomplete narratives




i am driven to produce incomplete narratives




i am driven to produce incomplete narratives




. and these incomplete narratives often speak of abandonment, loss, and the mundane.




my favorite, though. are the supernatural. and the metaphorical




psychological impulses tracing through live wires. and blessing me with          surrealistics in action




its wonderful getting to know a strangers neuroses. or the internal struggles of two teenagers dining at a restaurant




nothing makes me happier than                   the surreal & minute & mundanity & this world & 




preferably




recording it




it reminds me how little i know of others' lives. and that, just for a moment, i was blessed with knowing them. even if they didnt know it.




im tuning into experiential static




does that make sense? i feel like im       making sense.