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This path which I walk, inside of it my mind. I traveled for some time to reach a destination, but it was nowhere to be found-
Gone, I was, the next second seeing me nulled.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 12.04.2013 @ 5:20 pm


Repeat what you said, I say. Repeat it. Repeat it until it becomes the truth. Feed it to others. When they vomit your words, make them stick them into other’s mouths and ears. Make the world remember what you lied.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 09.02.2013 @ 4:44 pm


One word at a time.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 06.30.2013 @ 5:28 pm


All around her, entangled, roped, attacked by, swarmed by, resides in, destroyed by, would die for, vines of the long and reaching truth, falling around you when all else becomes a question. Vines.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 04.05.2013 @ 6:48 pm


Over a broad surface, with a great and powerful hammer. The paint spreads, the voice dies out, all that is left is the masterpiece. Once cruel and vicious, now a harmony of disaster.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 04.03.2013 @ 5:00 am


To Bjork. All my life, I thought of her as a hysterical author, someone who thinks she is special. But at some point I lost that little part of me that was specialized in stereotypes and judgement. More open now. Life is to be opened up.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 03.25.2013 @ 4:52 am


I’m blasted as fuck, destroyed, I’m fucking zapped. So destroyed, but all of this in a most positive way, I’m stoned, dead, pitied, at peace, forever lying on a bed of nails, only waiting for tomorrow’s rust. Thank you.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 03.14.2013 @ 5:25 pm


Would I call myself one? Am I weak when facing my own choices, my own life. Asking questions, only that. That’s everything I know, questions, phrases, just words, void of true meaning, nothing to be gained from writing like this. A question again; should I have something to gain?

» Posted By Jan2510 On 03.04.2013 @ 4:19 am


A conjurer of cheap tricks is what first comes to mind, the allegations of Mr. Baggins. But, as Gandalf told him, he is not one, nor does he wish to be. Conjured to the dreams of everyday men and women, of hopes, conjured up a potion for the sleepless.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 03.01.2013 @ 4:36 pm


Knocked out at the moment, destroyed by my own will. What knocked me out? A last question, before closing my eyes does away with the problem. An aberration I have become, stranded on the shores of insanity, only a small rope holding me together. Holding me to the other shore.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.27.2013 @ 6:27 pm


It startled me, the icon in the bookmarks toolbar. Almost forgot to come here and write something. Isn’t this nice. I’m writing right now and what a surprise it would be if I had woken up tomorrow and found out I forgot about this. Nah.Wouldn’t be surprised. Just curious.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.25.2013 @ 6:04 pm


I could say a cave is where I am at home, right now. This moment in time, this falling, this act of being on the wrong side of good. It is strange, but truth be told, always there is good. Always there is an end to the “bad”. It is merely an intro to the “good”, and always it morphs into one another.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.23.2013 @ 5:45 pm


A moment of sadness. I caught myself thinking that, thinking that. Thinking about large wings crashing around me, the leathery scrape of wind beneath them, the intake of rage. I wield my weapon with grace. I sting and am then gone. Goodbye sadness. A whole other world awaits.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.21.2013 @ 7:50 pm


I am. Right now. An epiphany. This day meant something, after many of them wasted, thrown overboard because I did not use them, failed to use them. Life runs in cycles, life runs from good to bad to perfect to disastrous.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.20.2013 @ 5:12 pm


What I thought would never be. My life is a stream of perfect memories, changing from moment to moment, withering and being born in every glimpse. I grasp the knowledge it gives me, it eludes my fingers, squeezes itself through the holes. I love. And all is well.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.20.2013 @ 6:20 am


My arms around, rising to the unknown challenge, feeling altogether let loose, given too much time, given too much air. A lot goes around the mind, flailing itself, throwing all ideas into the same spot, from which none return, none know how to, some do not even wish to, some are better off in other worlds.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.19.2013 @ 2:07 am


Currently. I am. Defeated. All taken away, never given back, back, turned around, round the long clock of time, tick tack tick tack. All goes. All taken away and back.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.17.2013 @ 3:21 pm


What I find in my everyday experience. It could be a form of sanctity, a certain kind of beauty. All the time, every second, moment, glimpse, all is encompassed by a smile, a never ending stream of happiness.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.15.2013 @ 2:36 am


I chose today not to do something I said I would do. It needed doing. It still does. But I will not do it, I will ignore it. Fighting reason, I willed the ceasing of action into being. We can choose, we can will something. I do not know whether it is good.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.16.2013 @ 10:35 am


Claims: put up by someone. Often argumented. Why is spell check cancelling out my “argumented” word. That’s not how you spell it?

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.07.2013 @ 4:12 am


The new word, and not so new as it would seem to be. Thinking grants me power over thought. But that is only our concept, differentiating between thinking and thought, making them two separate things, instead of connecting them into one mighty being. In which they are, the man.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.06.2013 @ 5:44 am

I think this may become a tedious habit after a while. Because the first few times were an absolutely new experience, not I’ve already started coming on with an expectation of sorts. I know what I would write and I thought the goal was to be completely spontaneous.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.05.2013 @ 1:33 pm


Will I be one? But the word is of a lesser meaning. Husband. Social construct. Not special. Whereas father, a term closely related, is so much stronger. Husband means nothing. Father means nothing. Husband leaves nothing. Father leaves something.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.04.2013 @ 1:54 pm


A wall is what I am in front of. A wall. It does not budge, as it is not in the nature of walls to move. I must blow open a hole, destroy a part of it, jump over or dig under. But I must not turn back. For in turning back lies foregoing true realization of the true potential man carries within.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.03.2013 @ 6:04 pm


I’m looking at the word and I cannot make myself imagine it. The act of taking life, the act of ending something that was in your way. Not in a peace loving way, but in the way of experience that waits to be lived, but you don’t want it to be.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.03.2013 @ 8:52 am


I had this word in an exam today. Had to use it a million times. Or was it in the translation? Was it even there, anywhere? Systems of thoughts and thinking have failed to access my memory banks. All is written in chemistry. All is contained within knowledge. Even knowledge itself.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.01.2013 @ 5:55 pm


What will be the word of today? Oh. Featuring my own sense, not being able to access any other, I try, I try hard, to get into the all star cast. But my sense is not enough.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 02.01.2013 @ 3:09 am


And still the word lingers. The word from which we came. A world of babies, all growing up, never fully achieving growth or being grown up. A baby. To baby. You are so baby. Strange things come up, but not one of those ideas is narrative.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 01.30.2013 @ 3:44 am

As being stoned really does remind you of the matters of birth, aging, youth long gone, life ever expectant, I remember being a baby. Rather, a part of me remembers what it was like. What it will be like before death claims me once more. Forever. It will be as if…

» Posted By Jan2510 On 01.29.2013 @ 3:39 pm


I visited with them this month. Beautiful couple, all dandy and cheerful. I’ve known them for a long time, visiting always was hard. Difficult. They’re difficult people. But visiting has come to be a habit, therefore, they’re quite a nice couple. Yep, they are.

» Posted By Jan2510 On 01.28.2013 @ 4:17 pm

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