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capture pieces of my mind that once were.

Friday, August 26, 2011

there are just some ways which you can't convey what it is you are trying to convey.  Apart of this for me anyways is boredom, or routine syndrome.  I actually try to routinely convey something, but stressing a time limit on a point of thoughtful babble seems to contradict what is great about conveying something special in the first place.  There are so many points in our life that we can't comprehend right then and there until it's sequenced so far and then we can find an answer.  It's all about the sequence of our life.  Something might happen one day but mean nothing, then the next day, because of yesterday, today becomes something it wouldn't have been and yesterday takes on meaning and sense.  We reach a certain point of expression at the end of whatever it is that is in completion or nearing completion.  That is when we come up with something special.

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