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Dear Blank Sheet,

Sometimes it just gets to you, you're free and then all of a sudden massive chains wrap around your body and drag you helplessly in the dark abyss of it all. Here you'll probably awake hours later seeing nothing, hearing nothing, and eventually realizing that there is nothing. Nothing but a faint light directly above you and all you do is stare at it and try to concoct ingenious ways of attaining of reaching that light. It might just be your way out. Hmm... you'd rather not waste your time though, What if it's a fluke or a flaw in the design of this abyss? What if it's just a lightbulb? Then what would happen if you reached it? Would you take it out, replace it? Haha... you'd have to reach it first. Good thing there isn't any books around, you wouldn't find your answers in them anyway, now if I only had a paper and a pen...

Scratch that... uhm...

Have you ever tried to analyze curiosity? I feel like I can take your head off, cut a small hole, and stick your hand in there (There's no way i'd put my own hand on the line, that shit's gross). What would you find? Wouldn't you like to know? The idea of the idea of just knowing seems to tingle my own curiosity. I would like to know why I like to know things. Knowledge is endless and you'll never get to the end of this battle. So why bother? Why do we strive to know more? Things were simple and then as we discovered more, more things got complicated. Who knows what more knowledge could do to our society? Humans had to extend the reaches of their knowledge to bed, bath, and beyond. It'd probably be easier if we just stopped at bed and kept it there. We know that knowledge is limitless, but maybe at some point, we should put a limit. Just as a precaution as to not destroy ourselves.

And so... hold me tightly...

May 5th 2008, I read that thing again for about the millionth time I can't believe I still don't have a title for it. This was back when I used to enjoy writing and had hours of fun inventing new and witty points. Expanding my vocabulary and raping the thesaurus, in hopes it would give birth to me some new and exciting words, so that I can show them to all my non-existent readers (except myself cause I know I exsist) so they can feed my fat baby boy, coincidentally named Ego. Wait I didn't have any readers. It was nice feeding him myself haha. It was all for myself and for only one purpose, So I can whisper "I'm the shit" over and over again til my eyelids fell heavy over two of the things that are an unconscious reminder of my very own, damn existence. I had no one to impress back then, I was so carefree of self-consciousness. Back then I could pull out ideas on demand, now-a-days I feel like I just shit them out whenever there's a need for such an intense release.

I still don't have anyone to impress, but on the contrary, it's nice to be aiming for something instead of just shooting blindly.

And just like May 5th's entry, I can't come up with a title for this. I really miss the fun I used to have every time I wrote. So this was my attempt to attain that writer's high that I always used to get.

So... Did I get it? I'd rather keep it to myself.

Sincerely, (While still swallowing myself)
-"Starvin" Marvin