SILENCE TO TELL

yes. the world thinks way diff'rent me thinking. don't think too. i think about thinking and that.

mostly i scribble with my mouse and make pictures in the screen. mostly. like a magic show that makes stuff peer from nowheres. sometimes i like crayons. i scribbled with crayons once onto the screen but it didnt work too good. got me a bad time trying to scrape it off. the mess. plus you only get 1 picture like that. and there's no "undo" button. unless you're on a date. but then there's too many buttons to undo. i forget which and just eat the popcorn.

inteleghentz iza kers.
this is true. coz i am a kersed life. like that fish. swimming, swimming, swimming...simmering in my pot. Poor fish. i don't though. simmer that is. coz i like to swim. i wish i could swim. in the ground. would be tired coz of the mud and oppozishun and all. But if i sank i would see the center of the earth for real. and be warm...and simmer.

most people here see me as crazzee. amongst other things. thats ok. though i must admit that those sort of people like to polish their meddles. they are proud when they get them all nice and shiny. like a song that died. except they don't know it is dead. and just keep shining away and singing dead to me. i don't have the heart to make diff'rent coz they like what they like. and diff'rent things make happen. except i don't . i tried shining before and my hands got all messy. worse than the crayons on the screen. but people here got the knack. been doing it a while. like them birds that fly around and collect shiny things.
i wish i could fly. and make those other birds drop their shiny thingks.

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Did Tubular Bells sound like a cacophony of pure self-indulgence to you? Did you "get it" ?
Perhaps a more refined predecessor... Stranger In A Strange Land.
Do you grokenspeil?

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i wish i could speak. like i understand. like ' inside knowing '. which is the inside of the inside of things.
a ceramic mug. nothing special. inside, it's just made up of a bunch of raw materials. but inside that , is the knowing of how to form raw materials into a drinking vessel. a knowing that stretches right back into our tribe's deep memory.
held ! in your hand ! inside you !
what? oh, yes...it.does.look.like.it.might.rain.la.ter.to.day.does.n't.it?
i wish i could speak.

but i am a bound life. a light cast in the Dark Ages. shield against the pit. sword against the shadows. breast against the fallen.
. peer of mute wonder . knight of silence .

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I've used up my 3 wishes . Mumble . written mostly in 4LenLyt.

echo