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Alright so let's start with explaining how we got to this point, it's 00:08 right now 10th December and the feeling that would best describe, sorry, the WORD that would be best at explaining what I am feeling would be IMPULSE, the sudden urge to do anything, the only thing differentiating an impulse from a want is the thin line of irrationality, but how do we discern? What is the sacred IR normalising any action?  We conform to pre-existing notions of normalcy- is the type of direction where this post would exactly not be going in, as I started typing out the first few lines of this humble and very cool post I decided on not going back to correct and phrasing except changing the word I am currently on, however that did not work out as I hoped because of the innate reflex to change what's wrong, fix the broken, mend the bend, and any other subtle double entendre type line you can piece together, but what I want you to focus on my dear reader is that throughout this post whic...

passion, I don't know much about ppassion , I am actually typing this with my eyes so I have no cluee, I forgot to type closed earlier actually let's start over, I will let my hand and brain do the work this time and keep my eyes closed throughtout this blog starting now, I didn't, the second I decided to jump on to the next word I forgot where the letters where. Nevertheless we are going to give this another try. Alright, lets do this shit now. So , I am typing with my eues closed and I have no clue how this wil turn out hopegully it doens;t suck entirerly .  With my eyes closed my only support is myun  muscle memory and it evidently is laging a lotm oe lacking , I don't know which one I prefer. I don;t know anything, I don;t know what is passsion, it has been wau too long since I have been passionate for anything, the flame has been extunguisged long afo, and where we stand now is nothing but a birned out campfire where o other creatures come for warmth, the ffading w...

 Alright so today we are going to speedrun honestly on the way home from college i did a lot of thinking, actually if we really look at it, i started when the two left, I tried to keep myself busy so I don't start thinking about anything else, but after a while you find the obvious lying right in front of you, like the mess that is ___  this one's interactive yes, fill in the blanks, punctuation is taking a hit today, but I have to skip a few minor cracked tiles on the floor for the sake of doing this within 15 minutes, so far I took the last 4 minutes trying to reach here. Onwards we go, I was talking about how we don't want to think, how we avoid thinking, we avoid letting IT take a hold of us, for reference lets go biblical today. An idle mind is the devil's workshop The second you let go of all the things you have in front of you to distract you, to help you not do you, the innate just flows, it flows and takes control over your body. Nothing good ever comes out of ...

 I don't know what to talk about which is a lie I do have something in mind which is why I'm writing this right now. I am average wanker, the most average among wankers, yes more of us exist but are too busy practicing what we preach and haven't been in touch for a long time now. Before i was average wanker people on discord knew me as  strives to be average someday a username i actually felt was perfect at describing me a username that would get a mention from a total stranger on the internet saying "username checks out" or at least i thought it would but i was wrong? i used to think (and maybe still do?) that average people have it all together, unlike myself. I got a compliment today, it was a compliment for my "observing power" which was rather ironic because most of the time i am out doing the aforementioned "observing" its just me getting in my head because every single thing is so fucking overwhelming i have many problems i need to work ...

I'm tired Tired.

 you are standing at the bus stop waiting for the bus to arrive you wait and wait many stand by your side waiting for their bus  their busses arrive and they board them onwards to their different routes leaving you alone once again you try to hold on hope that your bus will show up soon but now you begin doubting yourself maybe you have been waiting at the wrong stop all along what do you do now keep hoping that your bus will be there soon or do you go to another stop  because where you are meant to be is not the same direction as you want it to be?