a thousand pointless words

sometimes i just want to write without exactly knowing what it is that i want to write about. maybe it's a mood that hits me, the light that triggers a memory, a feeling, something i subconsciously want to communicate. maybe it's the urge to get those thousand pointless words out so that i can get to what it is i actually want to say, to get to those soul murmurings that are stirring deep in there. maybe they will come out tonight, maybe not. but right now the light is peaceful during a fleeting summer day. sometimes when it hits me just right, the tips of my eyelashes turn into sparkles. i like looking through sparkles. it makes the world a prettier place.

the downside of macs

you know, there are just some times when i wish i had selective amnesia. that would be a great ability to have. i guess time can function like that, but time fails sometimes. like it doesn't do a good enough job of erasing the hard drive. i guess my brain is more like a mac and less like a pc. and i always thought i liked macs better.