lelio

flowing words without content, intagible tastes and sounds. When i was young i wouldnt sleep sometimes and my senses would get out of whack, every sound was a seperate angry entity whose very existance involved only hating me. Touch became an un fathomable world out of scale with anything i had ever known, id close my eyes and grasp a glass of water, it was a massive increase in resolution. the feeling of the glass so detailed and packed full of information i had trouble believing my hand wasnt the size of a small couch.

i keep forgetting that there's no real solid at the core of anything. Did you know if you have enough people you can sit down on each others laps. a lap to sit on for everyone and an ass in everyone's lap, no chairs neccesary. Everyone just has to sit down at exactly the same time.

I never write anymore because I cant think of any content important enough. I keep forgetting there is no such thing as content. I could write a novel of jibberish and watch the content phenomena manifest itself in that as it has every where else. no niche will be left unpopulated by random organisation.

i want rain, right now.