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:: Monday, February 17, 2003 ::

Mental Pack Rat

I've been trying to put stuff into words but falling miserably short. A lot of times, words let me down- or lead me in the wrong direction. Most dangerous is when I find myself becoming a babbling brook of contradiction and nonsense.

But then again, I guess just babbling sometimes is just a part of the process of sorting through all the random junk in the mind to find the jewels.

I remember a character from a book, a scientist talking about his cluttered head-

"If you think my room is a mess, you should see the mess in here (pointing to his head)"

I was wondering why I haven't written anything for so long- and I realized that my head is just too cluttered... I guess this blog is kind of like a storage place for the old letters/toy/books/tapes/notes/highschool yearbooks/memories/mistakes/triumphs/resolutions/revelations/desires/illusions that I still want to hold on to, but need to be tucked away for the sake of sanity.

Time to clear the cobwebs and dust the furniture - make it nice and tidy for some new guests...

achoo!

:: Ol Man Factory 2/17/2003 09:54:00 AM [+] ::
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