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[twincityhacker]

I want to talk, but there are no words. Just fear, and bordom, and inexplicable rage. How could you quantify that? Put it in little boxes that people have taken down, and made smaller than theier true meaning. Terrible - was once a mighty word. Lives lost, buildings burned. Now it's terrible that there's no ketsup.

There's nothing left. No shelter, as the words used to convey between ideals have been hijacked, torn asunder. No communication = brain death.

What's the point? Why go out, when you pass me by you don't see me. You don't notice your surodings, think of what is said. You flout, and flaunt, and give no care to anything. WHY?

And it goes on, untranslateable. All dust, as dust it shall return. Paper given over to the ephermal electronic. To heat death. There are no ruins of bytes, when civilation falls, what shall be the records of "I was here"?

Thank you for your time. Time. Time. Thyme. Rhyme.

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[viralmemory.livejournal.com]

I believe that there are days when it is our turn to be Observer, the third party. Then it's our job to find the words, to make up the words, if we have to. To make the record permanent as possible. If there is nothing to observe outside ourselves, then it's time to record what's within. No right words or wrong.

I agree that some words are losing power. They don't mean what they used to, because we don't use them the way we used to. Words are so fluid, though, that's why they're so much fun.

[msp-hacker.livejournal.com]

I think in this case when I wrote, "right words" I couldn't and still can't find the words to express what I ment and feeling. So there aren't any wrong words in this case, just words that more fully express the content than others.

And I'm not afraid of fluidity, it's just the words that I was thinking of were all beinging to mean the same thing, and no new words had moved in to communicate what those words had ment. A meaning vacuum, of a sort.

[viralmemory.livejournal.com]

too true