revolve/re-evolve IT

i realize that most of my titles dont make sense to my reader(s)...
don't feel alone, they don't make sense to me either.

look i rhymed

here are the rules: if i end up liking this blog, i'll tell you to go read.
here are the rules: if i think it's decent, i will simply say 'blogd.'
here are the rules: if its terrible and not what i hoped for, i'll let you discover it on your own.

how's that sound?




i should be in bed.
late night habits have turned into a trait over this past week.
it's hard to type quietly when my mind is ranting.
funny.. i'm not ranting at all.
i came here looking for something to do, to try and get something out of me.


there's something in me i can't get out.
do you ever feel like that?
there's something i NEED to write about, i know IT is there.
but i just don't know what IT is.
IT will transform this blog into something heavy and pathetic, which i don't want.


in other words, IT needs to be pulled aside, read, viewed, analyzed, and then tossed away into cyberspace.
like something you want to see for yourself, but not for others. in a selfish manner, not a fear of embarrassment.


does IT make sense?
maybe IT is what i'm writing about right now.


. . . but IT is still there.
my head is spinning. i'm having a grueling battle/search for IT.

hmm. i think i like this blog so far. maybe i'll tell you to read it.


JINX. rewind, please?
i could if i wanted to.
but backspace would erase IT.


here's the deal: if i become a vampire, i'll need followers. i can use you.

getting off topic. this blog is different than the other ones.
mostly because, for once, i'm writing about what's inside my head, not the world surrounding it.


am i writing about feelings? no. not today.
feelings are contageous to your own self.
i don't want to create a bigger prism of feelings.

IT is already big enough. in fact, i could probably break IT off into pieces and share it with all of you...

please? take your share of feelings.
they'll make you miserable. i promise.



what if it was possible to go around town onto people's doorsteps and sharing parts of this prism? like you could feel IT?
feel the feelings?
what if i could go around SELLING feelings?

i could make it into cake and fool all of you.


a slice of youth and happiness for the old fart.
a slice of desperation for the slut.


i COULD probably sell IT to you.
once i get my hands on IT.


dragging on about the mystery of IT is making me sleepy...
so i think i'll go to bed now.
maybe i'll post about IT tomorrow.

maybe not?

***POOOF.

i'm off.

PS. again, i don't have patience or phalanges stamina to leave a clinch on you kids.
eyes are closing. goodnight.

okay now i have a PS.

PS. you expected this to be about you, right?
i think everyone did.