having feelings. there is no other way. i cant escape it. but why should i sometimes these feelings hurt and others feelin pretty damn great. so i guess i shouldnt fight it anymore... ill just let these things come and have my cake to. if i want to be something i have to let that something be. exist and let it wash over me like a wave. accecpt it all and do what ever i can all the time and make it the most interesting thing ever. live. live. live. and never stop. do everything all the time. never stop! never stop. NEVER. untill you know, you stop. but why am i telling you this. i cant change you. and i dont want to. i want to change this enviroment. manipulate the scene. extort the vortextes seen. bee mean. scream the corporate latrine. im fuckin nuts. and i sit here describing a splinter of an emotion inside me, the festering void is bubbling and churning out mysteries that breath and live and burn out in the ether thats is my life. i am a figment of my own imagination. a. singular. one. the. am. be. i. nothing. everything. infinate. fleeting. charge full steam ahead and break through the barrier. see the other side of a belife that could exist only in a certain context. that context is life. we all are different differntly. uniquely unique.  and thats what makes us all the same. but really we are not.