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There is not really any other way to say iit. This that I do. It must be that I am crazy. And that I must not be well. I do not like to talk about people. What I talk about. Is just what comes to mind. And people rarely come to mind.

There are so many different combinations of words and I am glad that I figured out how to write in the way that I have. I hope to help you with your writing. I think it is truly, by showing you exactly what not to write. And that means I could write anything. Well mostly anything. I know that I am unable to write everything. That being because I do not know everthing. I do not think that I would want to know everthing either. And that is just fine with me. I wonder what it is that I do when I sleep sometimes. Sometimes I sit up. This is just what I wanted to write at these moments. Each letter is a moment of my life. And I find that to be quite wonderful. I wonder what it is that I am going to do with my time here. I think that I shall just put these pages on the web. Because I value the work that I have put into them. I am glad that I have not been able to succeed in my current obsession. That being the creation of one of a kind extremly large strings of charaters. And yet is that not what I am doing now?

I think it is. And I needed people to write what it is that they think when reading what it is that I write. That way I can figure out what kind of person would like my books. And then I would be able to write them better books. And that would be a sort of genre that I write then. Cool. Well I am glad that I figured that out then.

But really. What is it that I am attempting to do lest of say? I think that what I am attempting to do is write a 300 page ebook. And possibly a paper back. And that each page I will put on the internet somewhere. And use that as just simply weird and random blog content. As that is what I am curious about. What person would find these words. And trust me. Someone is going to be curious enough to find these words. I am more certain about it than I was before starting to write this. But now I am doing exactly that. I hope that I am able to progress in my writing skill. But really. I am not sure how it is that one gets better at writing. Perhaps it is the amount that one person has written that has allowed for the thoughts that is in future pieces of writing.

There are going to be many fingers pushing keys. Always pushing the space bar. But what is it that ia m doing here. And why is it that I am doing this. I think I thought that it was because I wanted to find out what it was that I knew about the world. But then I become harsh about what it is that I am doing. Here and there. And really anywhere that I could hope to be. I am glad that I am writing a book again. It was depressing writing gibber scripts. Gosh. I am so glad that did not get viral with out such proper preaprations.

The time it takes to write. I hear that it is best thought to just take it word by word. And bird by bird. It is a cool little phrase to think of when starting to write. Word by word and bird by bird which is an actual book.

I used to have a copy. It was a good read.

Sometimes. I get to talk about books and it is nice. Because then I am able to enjoy the book more. And to see what other people have thought about the book so far. I think that it is a great thing I am about to do for the uses of goodreads.

But that is perhaps later on. It has been a while since I have read a book all the way thoruhg. I wonder why it is that I am doing it like this. Because I thikn that I wanted to write blog copy. And then that is

what I am doing. It is just personal blog copy. But it too I hope has its use. I sure hope so…

then when I was able to figure out what was so different that I had delt with the problem. The idea was that I would write as many of these silly books as I can. And then hope that they would sell. But really. Who knows what it is that would happen. The ways that the world works. I am surprised that even this happened. The thoughts that I had thought. The words that I did write. What else would do that. How else would such a thing happen. When I was here there was something that was not made before this. The ways of the world have always been changing.

The words here are not what I thought that they would be. The words here, I swear are ment to be this way. The way that I spell them. I chose that special. The way the grammar syntax errors blare up at those enforces of such standards. The words that I write are not meant to be written by humans, but to be searched out by engines. Perhaps then It would help those that need the words, trust me there are more words than there are pages on the internet. As far as I know that is.

The words that I am attempting to write here. And the owrds that I love. The writing of such words. The words that I write. How many words should I write? I ask myself this. I think it is not how many words that you write. But how you write the words and what they mean to you. That is what matters when you see them here or there.

Yeah it does not always make sense. It might not always look well. But then. What does. There is only so many different people out there. I am glad that I am able to say that I stand on my own. But really. Who knows what it is that could happen. What would happen here. When I do not write like other people. That manifesto though the horrors that it has filled my mind with. I wonder what it would be like, if I had not read such words. The words that I fear and are afraid to even mutter.

The words that I write are here. And they are meant to be in this way. That is what I know. And that is what it is that keeps me alive. At least that is the plan. The hope. That we all do have when deciding to become a writer.

Sometimes it is not what we think we are. Sometimes, it is just how, we are. Some people think about it. Some do not. But really. What matters is that we keep at it. Keep improving. Even it not by much. It is still something that we improved upon. Worked on. Is that not why we write. There are no books I wanted to read. So I thought that I would make some to help bring about such words. To make books. That is my dream artisinal job at least. To bind them. And to hand write in their pages. It would be handmade journals that I would want to create. The words here. Seem shallow compared to that written by the hand. And yet that is what will keep me hungry. Not fed. But that is just how I feel about the situation.

There are many different ways that I could repeat the same thing. And yet how is that possible. Its like explaining art to blind people!

That is how I see things sometimes. That which I write here. And the pains that I feel. Why is it that I am here. When I wanted to leave for so long. I am glad that I stayed here though. For I would not be writing this now had I done anything else. And it feels good to be doing my job again.

Sometime. These words that I write. There are many versions. Many people would want to, could want to. Make it theirs. I dont mind. For I am under the delusion that I can make more. Yet I know that too, only I can make so much. And no more. That is part of the curse it is to write. We only get so much time to write. And if we dont get started then nothing would get done. I am glad that I amhere and looking for the words again. It makes me feel better when I start to t hink like this again.

The words here do not need to be exactly as they should and there are the words that I am here to say. To say these words. I hope that I am able to say them correctly. It is not the music of the voice we hear but the drum thoughts that are the words we think when one reads. That is what I attempt to make. For each drum beat unlocks a new piece of ourselves that we would not have any other way. Without these words those thoughts you just did. Would not be the way it should. It would not be possible in my eyes, for such thoughts to come about were it not for these words. And I am very glad that I am the one that gets to write them.

The words here. The word…. The words that iw rite. I do not want to have to read again. I do not want to tell storys in the old way. The ideas I want to share are more important than the squanderings of some archvilians nemesis. That is just how I write though. And that is just fine with me. From what I know it is supposed to be like this. In how I am to be here. This is how I earn my place. For this is important to me. What is important to me.

The writing of these posts is important to me. That is part of how I get through my day. And how I am able to do something like this. Well. Anything like this. Is pretty amazing.

This is just what I wanted to put here. Why is that such a big deal. Why cant I? What? The reason… why the hell not. That is why I do what I do. Its my freedom. And there are the owrds that is how I wanted to write them. You just think that this is english. Its just the most words that I know. And here are the lets go. And the words that iwrte. I write. And the here and now. Sometimes that is all just bull shit. Yet thats all the real that I know.

There are many different ways to write. And I plan on finding most of them. And there is no stopping. me. Put me in a cell so I can feel all unwell again. Planning my moves. I would just play dungeons and dragons all day. I know how to play my own self. And then there are the ways I do the random number generator. I tthink of it as something of differences. Sometimes its hard to use the internet without a mouse. Sometimes I just figured that I like to push buttons. There. And then I was all like. Whats going on. Here. I dont need to make good books. Just enough shitty ones to get a pot to piss in sort of thing.

Hell yeah I love my job. There is no reason why I shouldnt. Besides selling weed. Writing is the best job. If you know how to do it that is. And that is part of the fun of writing. Is figuring out how to write. Its weird is it not. And the way that I ama here and there and the world. And the seo. And the seo.

Doing it for the seo.

These words. They draw the strange. The weird. And the norms. Everyone is gonna see my words. And that is fine with me. Not everyone. But someone might and that is how I am doing. That is how I am. Fuck you facebook. And then them basterds over there. And gosh. I am not gonna get that started.

If you dont like my words I am sorry you paid for them. Perhaps later on ill do something better. Lets find if we can think of anything better. Hmmm…. Nope. Sorry I done ran out of ideas. Yeah I got the writers block. What a damn shame. I mean. Like. I just kaput this shit out of existence. And the persistence is as if lyrical in nature. Nurtured. And I flower. Just like what I smoke and do on th4e daily.

The daily bowl that is how I am able to be here and there. That is why I am everwhere. Who knows what the fuck I am trying to say. This is survival writing. And I be the least of the beasts. Yet here I am trying to compete. As far as I can tell. You can do better. If I do better than you then you stink. Because I am the worst. These words aint even. But I dont mind. I just needed for that content. And this is the content that I am content with. What else. What else. What else…. There are more words to write.


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