Musings of the Other (Blog)

Stream of consciousness writings. I have no idea if this is anything, nothing, good, bad awful. I do not care. It is a place for me to catch and share the random neuronal firings of a brain unencumbered by judgment or editing. I mostly record or speak into a voice recorder by my bed as I come into or out of sleep. I have no idea what any of this means. 

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Chapter Five

After all of that difficulty and wandering, my eyes had shifted their gaze. They were drawn to discern sources of everything that followed me. Their suffering, no longer that of solitary harmonica. Blinding like the setting sun, as it continued…

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Chapter Four

Somehow it’s with that beginning that we notice the revealing. That endless repetition of brown shoes and Crispex cereal that could run at 500% capacity for years. The components social hierarchies that results in an unfortunate speech impediment, that hits…

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Chapter Three

That sunlight doesn’t encounter the same unfortunate interests that are adapted by strange humans, shouldn’t wake you up. You can hear the flick of hooves, a tongue, or the letter N, but with a quick wander through to your shower…

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Chapter Two

For the first person living, the single weak point was an instinctual trace of undeveloped impulse control. It must've presented itself with an opportunity, and maybe this had been a weird thing. They weren't expecting a concrete and valuable collection…

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Chapter One

Each prose, put with a certain degree of dislocated character that they inhabit, describes the space between a  omniscient emotion. If we feel deeply connected, looking out from multiple, psychic and voyeuristic third-person landscapes, dealing with movement that’s not real…

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