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beckersher) wrote2009-05-09 12:55 am
beckersher) wrote2009-05-09 12:55 am
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Correspondence to a Bodyless Conciousness
I feel like writing a letter today. I don't know to who, or what about, or why. But I feel like writing, so here I am.
What's going on, world? How've you been? Me? I've been coasting. Me, in my canoe, down the river of Doing Something. Maybe I'm in an eddie on the sidelines. Either way, I prefer not to think about it. If I think about it too much, Life gets all unshiny and complicated and being happy is much harder to do.
...I suddenly don't feel much like writing anymore.
Goodnight, world, I'm going to bed.
What's going on, world? How've you been? Me? I've been coasting. Me, in my canoe, down the river of Doing Something. Maybe I'm in an eddie on the sidelines. Either way, I prefer not to think about it. If I think about it too much, Life gets all unshiny and complicated and being happy is much harder to do.
...I suddenly don't feel much like writing anymore.
Goodnight, world, I'm going to bed.